study hall

my mind is seated waiting for lessons repeated;  open ears hear word of pop quiz for wiz kids;  testing in same boundaries astonishment at answers variance ;  daily dualities in order to find person asking more to find deepest perversions;  faceless peers sit near none are tested but me by faculties;  question and pry response always same reply with why;  I studied long and hard know the questions I'm sure;  all of many answers fit the bit that thought sought;  come back to me my fleeting mentality I hate what I read;  cheat sheets received a treat to me aids prudently;  they tell me the study takes time since I'm stuck in here it's fine;  the study helps me find my principles efforts far from miniscule ;  hope to ace my final as it is vital for chemistry within me;

This poem is about: 
Me

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