Sometimes class is really hard
And I don't learn a thing.
At times
I don't
Even want
To see what the day may bring.
I leave the class
And walk a bit.
I try to hide my tears.
But in the end
I'm crying hard,
I cannot stop my fears.
What if I
Can never learn?
What if I am hopeless?
What if like
An old tv,
I'm broken and remote-less?
As though there is
No way to change
My channel
Or
My fate.
I think these thoughts
As I walk to class.
From crying,
I am late.