Back to spending days staring at a screen.
Back to hearing my mother yell at how terrible my grades are.
Anything less than A+ is horrid I suppose.
I fear I'm just a moron, because you hate seeing that B+.
A few A-'s and another couple basic A's but you will once again focus on the B's.
Stressing me out.
Stress, obsess, I'm just worthless.
The four question quick checks I can't aford to miss anything.
I will inevitably miss that third question and my grade will drop some more.
It would be easier to focus behind a desk.
With out you freaking out, and the Tv blaring.
But other kids are mean, I fear that they will bully me.
They whisper and I think they speak about me.
So I stay home, instead.
My fear of people, of walking those halls alone, lonely.
Maybe this time you won't critique me so harshly.
But I won't achieve the perfection of straight A+ 's .
I try and try and try, but sometimes I will fail.
Because I'm human.
Another year of giving up and self hatred.