I’m draggin my feet all the way home
I’m stalked by defeat and I’ll suffer alone.
There’s rain on the window, or’s the rain on my face?
I won’t wait for the answer that’ll prove my disgrace.
Oh, the people around me they say I did well.
In there eyes disappoinment and the struggle to yell.
But I know what they’re feeling. I know only too well,
for I’ve crushed myself into my own private hell.
My body is aching, and my head hangs so low
and shows that I’m feeling every stare like a blow.
But I’m not giving in now, so don’t be afraid.
I’ll just stew from the inside on the mess that I’ve made.
I’m my worst criticizer, so a few people say
and my friend says tomorrow is another day–
It’s a bittersweet recall, but it’s only for me.
To know that I tried hard is my own victory…
© L. Rose (2003)
For work, I occasionally have to take exams to keep up my credentials. I’ve never been a particularly good tester, and this was written after the second time a test kicked my butt (or I kicked my own butt). That was a rough day. I passed on the third try.
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