Poems And Ranting...sorta

Grades

One moment
you're doing math.
Another, trying to find a way
To get from your mother's terrifying wrath.

You're shaking
Face pale
Woundering how
Did you fail.

It's just a
Simple test.
And how about you
Trying your best?

That's what
They all said.
Just a tiny peak,
And you're as good as dead.

When you do try,
Everything's wrong.
Maybe if you didn't
Dance to that song.

It was on paper
Black and white.
You should've hid it,
'Cause it's not a pretty sight.

Now your grounded
and bored.
All you can do is
Look at your mom's picture of a Ford.