Failure is my own fault,
What else can I say?
I don't do the work,
I try to get away.
I'm a leaf on a tree,
Clinging on to a false,
Hope ridden branch
And falling on impulse.
The wind carries me for a little ways,
catching me as I fall,
But the wind will run out,
And I will lose it all.
I feel as if I've failed myself,
I mean, my grades where never great,
But a parents wrath is never good,
But I guess they'll have to wait..............
                                              ­                And wait...............
                                             ­                                                And wait..................