Academic Frustration
Sometimes you try and don't succeed.
Hands shaking holding the papers
not sure how to process anything.
My sleepless nights and overuse
of caffeine didn’t prepare me for this.
My mind played everything
over and over and over
again.
I didn’t know where I went wrong
or if I even knew what I was doing.
I thought I had practiced enough,
looked over all the material until
my eyes bled knowledge and my brain
turned into the largest textbook imaginable.
The numbers I was seeing were shocking,
and made me wonder what I was doing wrong.
I want to do better but better seems
like a far away dream with fairies and unicorns
My fears are my reality now and I
don’t know where I’m going anymore.
I want a bright future,
but it looks so bleak.
Where is my success now?
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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