What does my homework think of me?

I’m sure it doesn’t like me anymore than I like it…

It sits in a musty folder all day

Waiting for me to pull it out

And hate it all the more

Maybe it would prefer a dog eating it

At least then it would feel affection

But with me, there’s no affection

No affection, no love, no want

Nothing

Maybe my homework despises me

Maybe that’s why I’m so bad at it

How can I succeed when it wants me to fail?

That’s why I fail

Because my homework hates me