Exams—the thing I hate the most,
Just writing on paper, feeling like a ghost.
Cramming words that fade too fast,
Hours of study—will they last?
Mind like a mixy, mixing all the stuff,
Doing everything in a hurry, both smooth and rough.
Brain is tired, shouting for a break,
Keep going like crazy—your life's at stake.
Pens keep moving, but thoughts run dry,
One more chapter—just one more try.
Dreaming of freedom, a world so wide,
Where grades don’t rule, and I can hide.
Author's note:
I am currently in this situation. Feeling empty and dry and just studying. Wish me luck for my exams.
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Comments (4)
You will do well on every exam. And breaks are needed so you won’t burn out.
Your dedication and passion for what you do is truly inspiring
Behind every grade lies a struggle, a human soul fighting. A very beautiful, expressive poem, and always wishing you great success!💚
I wish you the very very best 🏆✍️✍️✍️✍️🌺