Exams, exams, pain in the neck
I’ve bitten all my nails, I’m a nervous wreck!
My books all piled up, towering on my desk
I smell so bad and look grotesque
Stress building up, will I fail?
It’s tangible now it’s like I’m in jail
Trapped inside my own head
With the stress of it all: I’m over fed!
I step in the classroom; I can feel fear in the air
I just hope my parents, my life they will spare
Peeling is my skin and falling out is my hair
Life without exams? That life is so rare!
By Sian Mein
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