drop

Thu, 06/27/2019 - 10:45 -- b19c05

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

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