You say we are selfish

That we are spoiled and it's eating youth.

You say that it's hard, that we should just learn the truth.

When you were in our positions, what's it feel like to cough 24/7?

What does it feel like to be able not to get up anymore?

What does it feel like being fatigued?

Restless?

Weak?

What does it feel like to be diseased?

For a student like me, A grade of 0 is a MAJOR conflict

Being absent doesn't mean being lazy.

Being absent doesn't mean I am selfish.

How ironic.

You teach English.

My favorite subject yet you destroy my grades.

Just because I am absent today.

And there was no consent.

Can't you just accept a little delay?

Let me tell you one thing.

You make it unfair

Because you don't care.

And it hurts because I am very particular with my grades.

It hurts because I could feel the blade

You used to cut me down when I was weak,

When I was struggling to talk,

When I fell down my knees trying to walk.

Do my pale skin still deceive you?

Do my heavy eyes, full of eyebags, mean anything to you? 

Just because I am absent today doesn't mean I don't care about school.

I'm not unfair, teacher.

I'm not selfish.

I'm not lazy.

I'm just a frail student.

A student that couldn't be triumphant unlike my classmates.

A student that doesn't understand math like them.

A student full of flaws and weaknesses.

I am a glass that easily breaks.

And sometimes I don't have what it takes to go to school anymore.

So please understand, teacher. 

I don't know what to say to make my sickness any better.