I am meant to graduate this year
To walk down that path and receive a paper
To wear a blue hat and throw it to the air
To celebrate in pride with the friends who helped me get by
Will it all be stolen from me in a mere few days
Will the destructive mental anguish hold me back a grade
I hate to say I gave it my all
When my all just wasn't enough to make the cut
Will two percent sum up my life
Will two percent cause me to view my own blood once again like I'm an art piece worth millions
Will two percent bring about a pain I haven't been able to describe
Will two percent end my whole life
I hate to say It, believe me I do
But I can't see myself living if two percent ruins my life
I can't see myself living past 2022
If two percent is the reason I fail
Two percent
I tell you no lies
Two percent may ruin my life
Two percent may take away my life
Am I ready to handle that
The shame in everyone's eyes
Can I handle that
Can I really realistically handle that
I can't
And I won't
Two percent may have just ended my life.
