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So I failed another subject, what is it to me?
everything.
I’m constantly blinking back tears
in school that is.
Until I reach home, where I cry
I sob everywhere,
anywhere but in my parents supposedly comforting bosom.
“How can you fail this badly?”
“I don’t know ma.”
“What are you going to do next time then?”
“I’ll study harder.”
But I know it’s impossible.
I’ve studied so hard this time, last time, any time.
And I never get the marks I want, let alone yours, ma.
Just what did you expect, ma?
I know you want me to do well, ma.
But you’re stressing me out, ma.
You’re constantly telling me that i’m smart.
and i just need to carry out my 'intelligence’.
“All the tuition in the world won’t help you if you don't listen”
No, I'm just bad at studying.
That’s that.
No more.
Please.