I hate testing,
the way it makes me feel nervous
and unprepared prior to approaching it.
The anxiety of failure lurking in the shadows afterwards.
During, enduring a twisted metal contraption,
a gut wrench, turning away in my stomach.
Oh testing, I hate testing,
When my mind feels like it couldn't be
stressed in any new direction,
it never fails to teach a lesson.
The test mocks me!
It charms my lobes,
and in a trance they'll over extend
until all that remains is
a delicate web of over thought ideas
tired and worn expressions.
Oh testing, I hate testing.
The mere prescence of a test is enough
to make my heart tremble.
The clean sheet of paper before me resembles my mind.
I wish I could match the brilliance of my thoughts
as they hastily escape the event,
leaving me to fend for myself...