I try with great force to abandon this feeling that comes everyday That I’m not good with words or numbers I’m not good at all Trying to ignore the feeling that my grades don’t define me but, they do And I’m no good No good at all Can’t help but to feel jealous and pity myself for that Trying to push back the cruel words i might say to myself Trying not to tear up Where did my confidence go? Distract myself but, someday, someday soon, I’ll end up alone with no people no books but with all these thoughts that haunt me.