#gpa
I wish they'd look at me
Like I'm their daughter
Not a Grade Point Average.
I wish they'd look at me
And be interested in who I am
Not try to change me into someone who I'm not.
I wish they'd look at me
And not point out every little insecurity I have.
Can they just look at me
Like I'm their daughter
And not the one they wish they had?
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
the beep beep makes me hardly do sit up
with some skins about to crack
open the laptop. write half of it
and cry over uncompleted tasks
wearing the clothes that is all black
******* snow, extremely ****** me up
The class is draining me so I’m gonna skip it
Stuck in the mindset thats make me wanna go basking
In the bed where I can fully go dreaming
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
Dear God of Study,
I put my brain in your hands
Help me pass all my exams!
I'll be good all year round,
help my GPA from crashing on the ground.
All I need is a curvy C,
because that's what'll get me my degree.
Help.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
Dear God of Study,
I put my brain in your hands
Help me pass all my exams!
I'll be good all year round,
help my GPA from crashing on the ground.
All I need is a curvy C,
because that's what'll get me my degree.
Help.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
My grandfather taught me things.
Things I didn't have to learn because I saw someone hooked up to a hospital machine,
But the tiny things that mattered,
Like how you should never play with you fork,
Because you could poke your eye out,
And while we're on the manner of table manners,
His constant hand grabs,
Moving plates and glasses,
Farther and farther in,
For a fear they may fall,
I was so curious of why even now when I'm not as small.
For now I wonder,
Is it so you don't fall,
So you feel safer,
Is this why u always push re plates in,
Have your little problems with everything,
And not afraid to share them with the world,
And try to push them to be perfect,
When you haven't figured out no one is,
I know that you see things in me,
No one else does that I don't even see,
All the potential and this future you constantly go on and on about,
And I think to my self what future,
But you don't give an inch,
And tell me I'm worth something,
That means something to me,
They say you don't chose your family
But I would of chose you still,
Your still going to be old and stubborn,
Like the old folks are,
But your unique in your pushy way,
That wouldn't of honestly made me care about you as much,
If you weren't the way you were,
I love you times every plate you pushed in at dinner,
To ever time you told me to stop playing with my fork when I was eating,
And nothing will change that,
Like nothing should ever change you,
And like you've taught me,
Don't change for anyone but you,
And to push myself to go the distance,
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
i am sixteen
and my future lies
in my hands but its
being pulled and tugged at
by things like
scholarships
leadership positions
GPA
not such a straight path now, is it
i am sixteen
and discovering a new joy
stumbling upon
the passion you were always meant
to find
leaving the stagnant
for the bold and burning and enchanted
shows a lack of dedication
so i sit in my lovely self-made cage
round and round on the merry-go-round
i wonder where it will spit me out?
we are sixteen
and the gloves and
the stiff lips have failed to take note of
our dear fickle hearts
and the immense courage with we run
the scorched
shadowy dreams in our eyes
that cannot be discovered in the time it takes
to find a prom date
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC