Why Do I Lack Such Knowledge?
I Sit In Yet Another Math Class,
Trying So Hard, Yet Failing All The Same.
I Know I Should Work Harder,
But I Lack The Motivation.
She Says, "All You Have To Do Is Ask.",
But I'm Grasping At Straws, Trying To Understand.
I'm Grasping At Straws,
But I Always Grab The Smallest One.
And She Judges.
She Judges With Her Judging Eyes.
And She Judges With Her Judging Face.
Because I Do Not Learn The Way She Teaches,
No Matter The Lengths I Go.
And I Sit There.
And I Know I Should Do Something.
Something Other Than Sit There.
But I Can't Bring Myself To Do It.
I Cannot Let Anyone Know Of My Stupidity,
For Then, I Too, Will Believe It.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Hey. Obviously Wrote This During Math Class. Hope You Like It.
YOU ARE READING
I Guess... Poetry? Ish?
PoetryMy Attempts At Poetry. I Think I'm A Bit Too Formal For It. But I Try Really Hard, So Please Give This A Look If You Think You Might Be Interested!!! (Each Chapter Now Includes Videos Of Me Reading The Poetry!!!!)
