The Mind of a Failure


I try so hard,
Yet you don't even see.
You call me a failure
Because I can't get above a C.

Why do I need to care
How a sentence is structured?
Or bore myself with History
As if it is some magnificent venture?

Does my life depend on knowing
How to graph different functions?
Will my life be better
Because I'm learning about economic consumption?

I've had enough with your language classes,
And I'm done with your boring books.
Though for this, I'll only receive resentment,
And disappointed, unappreciative looks.


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