The Struggles
15 years old a girl sat in the back of the class
looking at all of thoes faces
her heart began to pound faster and faster
sweaty hands
teachers unconscienceof her anexiety
participating was the key to the A
getting called on to awnser the question
lips began to treamble
with each breath she took it became harder to breath
eyes on her like a halk
spitting the word out
oh what a struggle
little did they know her anexiety took her soul
if only participating wasnt the key
that clase wouldn't be a nightmare
all she wanted was to succed
University was her dream
that girl was me
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