They're all staring at me,
Right through me they can see.
I bet they are judging,
They know I'm not focusing.
"I can't do this," I tell myself.
There is no way,
The teacher calls my name,
And there is nothing I can say.
Now they are all looking in my direction.
They act like I have some kind of infection.
Why am I the one who doesn't understand?
This really isn't going as I planned.
I am a hard worker, don't they know?
They are the ones who don't try,
I am the one about to cry.
The teacher sends me a dirty look.
I am reading everyone's mind like a book.
They are laughing at me.
I black out and cannot see.
My face has gone completely numb.
I'm the hard worker, not them.
I'm the hard worker, not him.
Poem About Focusing At School Being Hard
Hard Work
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017 with permission of the Author.
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