I feel inadequate as I sit
In my math class and vent.
Mundane class time is boring
And when it comes to test and quizzes,
I can't seem to find my grip.
I'm in cold, white water flowing down a brook.
About as high as my hip,
My body strains to prevent a slip,
And fall into the misery of what is known as a low GPA.
But everyday seems to move slower and slower
And my mind is trapped in a maze,
Searching desperately for a way