My soul brims on the verge of tears,
As I now face my biggest fear.

A number that I strongly hate
Its double digits dominate.

Paper: Shavings from a tree
How then could it conquer me?

I clench my fists with sweet revenge.
My grade, I promise to avenge.

For nothing gives me more remorse
than tests in my English 1 course.

This result truly hurts my brain.
Ninety and six. Oh! Such a pain!