drop
I live my whole life
on top of the game
my grades were just the same
I try the best
and ace my test.
distractions?
when I'm
working on fractions
my mind clears out
there ain't no distractions.
straight a's thats how I do it
but then it stops
and my
grades
drop.
It's a blow to my life
a blow into my
chest
with a knife
all I ever had was being a star
I want to be a star
don't quite know
how this happened
drop
I stop
work harder and faster
no more rain drops on me
I'm back again and again
I'm afraid of the
drop
This poem is about:
Me