I looked at my marks
It was such low
My tears were starting dropp as
I was literally low...
People were taunting me
People were avoiding me
So depressed I was feeling
And so furious I was feeling
That I feel like I was falling
Down and down and down...
I could not have someone to help
And someone to comfort me
How miserable I was!
I was falling
Down and down and down...
My marks was as if it was posing a threat at me
To feeling depressed,
And pessimistic.
Without any hope,
I cannot do anything...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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