Sitting here, nerves the better oif me.
No grade or a grade Z, would refelect my ability.
Went to school just for free meals.
Could not thinnk to save my life.
Just dragging along.
Scrapping and muddling my wfie thorugh.
Its no time to be blue.
I just wish I knew how to learn.
Good with my hands.What good is my brain?
Data comes in.
Straight to the recycle bin in my mind.
I 'm just writing thes lines to b kind.
To myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem