Stress

Just a short poem I wrote, in year 10, before my end of year exams.

***

It'a pathetic. Really.
All I ever do
is worry & stress.

My DT project,
1 minute great
the next: a mess.

My understanding
of physics is shit,
more or less.

I see life as
a complicated game
of chess.

I was never good
at it. Strategies
& plans failed.

But I can learn. I think.