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**My back is straight when the marked test lands in front of me; I got an A. -obviously-** *Addy always gets an A She’s so perfect. How does she do it?* I’ll answer that question. She eats the words ‘you’re so **** every morning, just before running to school. Then, at dinner She is rewarded with a bruise. One for every day of the week. **My face is perfectly straight When the marked test lands in front of me. One mark off. -I got a Well done-** *She basically does everything right. I bet her family is real proud. She must get some real respect.* Yeah, real proud. Which was why, Her parents had an argument. Her mum had chosen the tuition. So her dad screamed did his voice was bare. That it was mum’s and Addy’s fault she ‘failed’ that test. It was their fault that they didn’t care So if I was to teach a lesson I beg for you to not compare The perfectionism of a girl so bright You don’t know what happens to her; you don’t know what happens out there
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
The Story of a Smart Girl And What Happens At Home
**My back is straight when the marked test lands in front of me; I got an A. -obviously-** *Addy always gets an A She’s so perfect. How does she do it?* I’ll answer that question. She eats the words ‘you’re so **** every morning, just before running to school. Then, at dinner She is rewarded with a bruise. One for every day of the week. **My face is perfectly straight When the marked test lands in front of me. One mark off. -I got a Well done-** *She basically does everything right. I bet her family is real proud. She must get some real respect.* Yeah, real proud. Which was why, Her parents had an argument. Her mum had chosen the tuition. So her dad screamed did his voice was bare. That it was mum’s and Addy’s fault she ‘failed’ that test. It was their fault that they didn’t care So if I was to teach a lesson I beg for you to not compare The perfectionism of a girl so bright You don’t know what happens to her; you don’t know what happens out there
The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain. At times, this poem hits close to home. Don't judge people who are smart. They don't always get everything easy.
AdelaideLondon
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
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