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.