Thanx so much! Now, I know these are definatly not my best work so far, but this poem thread is about venting, hense the title. so these two poems are about the same thing, some of the lines are similar.So here they are:
Fun is an illusion I read down a list, a list of my grades Most of which result in A's A single blemish holds my despise A D+ on a quiz, now thats a surprise As soon as her eyes lay sight on this grade She has decided, my future is made No 'Great job!' for the A's, just an 'I'm disapointed' for the D All good deeds forgotten, for one casualty Maddening tears of anger and confusion No more fun for me, now fun's an illusion
Special Quest I try my hardest, I study for tests All because of my special Quest To impress my parents, to have a good future All this to build a healthy structure My good deeds are soon forgotten, with still no sign of regret Every rare mistake seems to take years to forget So here I weep in my bed today All for one mistake, and here I shall prey