The learning, the tests, the trying to impress.
I cannot do my best, with all of this unrest.
You jab me with your watching eyes, your counting my mistakes.
You twist my arm while I work anxiously, hoping to not be late.
But it is nothing too hard for me, I've been hindered here before.
Only, it was my self-pity that kept me from the door.
So here I am, still facing you you.
Your stare cuts my every breath.
because I've ignored...
the pain inside my chest.