Seated here.
Clock ticking.
Pencils tapping.
Quiet.
Whats wrong with me.
Why cant I do this?
Everyone excelling past me.
Me…..
Seated here.
They say this is fair?
Why don’t I get this?
My mind is not functioning.
Feeling as if I am broken.
Just broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem