A genius they call me,
They aren't wrong nor right,
Passing with flying colors on exams,
Enjoying subjects others hate,
Still I'm not a straight A student,
Homework is left in my bag to rot,
My mind is a mess with random bits of information everywhere,
I bite my nails as the monsters scolds me,
Why was I made like this?
YOU ARE READING
Words from the Heart & Mind{Poems}
PoetryWatch me ATTEMPT to write poems. They may be very horrible. Perhaps I'll get better one day. But definitely not today:3
