Stress of exams

When they tell you this grade is going to determine your life,

It’s no wonder why you can’t sleep at night,

You want to end it all. Frustration causes strife,

But then you realise; you’re supposed to do what’s right.

It’s the stress of exams. There to pull you back.

They say it’s the knowledge you lack,

But it’s literal fact –

Nervous, it doesn’t ever stay intact.

Well sorry clever doesn’t function with my brain,

Trash can full to the brink,

Its tension, I’m staggering through the lane,

It’s messing with my head; I’m finding it hard to think.

It’s the stress of exams. There to pull you back.

They say it’s the knowledge you lack,

But it’s literal fact –

Nervous, it doesn’t ever stay intact.

You’re tugging and pulling at your hair,

Unease – unconcealed. It’s haunting,

It’s taunting.

Stress of exams.

Studying, dying

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