When you ask me how I feel,
I will tell you I am fine.
If I think of everything,
I feel a shiver down my spine.
I am not fine but not too bad,
Love is so increadible,
but this fact makes me sad:
Life isn't about love,
it is not about worries that fade.
It is not about carring for ones feelings,
No, it is all about a good grade.
I will be judged for the bad I have done,
a math test I did horrible wrong.
Now it is going to be hell,
but maybe love will keep me strong.
*wish me luck when I tell my parents about the second horrible ruining of my maths test*