Yesterday, 

I decided  

to count my shoes.  

I looked to my closet, 

calculator in hand.  

I'm bad at math, 

but I took all honors classes 

in high school.  

 

If you asked me  

about my exam scores, 

I have barely passed.  

I couldn't tell if 

my parents 

were disappointed.  

They registered me  

for the PSAT again 

this year, so I'm guessing

They were not happy.  

 

It's not gonna 

get me anywhere, 

is it? 

It's just the practice test, 

for the real test, 

for the college apps, 

for the job interviews, 

for the life I'm supposed to make 

for myself. 

 

But instead, 

I'm picking at my nails, 

and wondering how in Hell 

I have got an extra 

left shoe.