Exam Blues
The sun outside is blazing yellow,
but my inside walls are grey.
Footsteps and temples
pounding, clocks ticking time away.
This isn’t how I imagined life,
scrambling for every mark.
Right now, joining the circus
sounds like a better lark.
The tables creak and spit,
snarling threats of failing.
I look over to my best friend,
whose rosy cheeks are paling.
Flip, flip, flip,
go the papers in their hands.
I wonder do they know, that they’re
kneeling to the system’s demands?
I try to read the question,
but my stomach knots too tight.
And although I fly from my desk,
I’m ready for the fight.
I’m ready for a world,
where answers don’t mean a lot.
You might say ‘But why?’
but for full marks… ‘Why not?’
