And another wolf.
Test
I thought I would do okay,
And I still think I will.
I think I did.
But I could do much better,
And I've shown that I really need improvement.
But this isn't practice anymore.
It's the real test.
This is it.
I feel like I need to be perfect,
But I'm not,
And there's no getting around that;
All I can think about is what I do wrong.
What can go wrong.
What I'm messing up,
And how often I mess up,
And how irritating I must be.
Why now?
Why mess up on the test?
Why couldn't I have been awful during practice?
Why do I have to fail now?
"Test," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, June 21st, 2011
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