almost too tired, yet my eyes still open
my heart poured out into my school papers like i do to my poetry
yet it's different
when i'm writing poetry my heart is at ease and my my mind is clear and calm
yet here my hearts races and my mind joggles around
it's anxiety, my heart says, telling me
it's fine to not do well, you'll still make it
my mind tells me i'm dying when i fail with a 98
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" my mind tells me i'm dying when i fail with a 98" that is what our academic records often does to us…. No worry…