I almost cry,
But i never do,
A tear never spills,
my cheeks are clear,
i keep calm and carry on,
I keep calm and keep myself busy,
I live and i'm nearly always happy,
Except those sad and desperate moments,
When my eyes think they're water falls,
I'm all on my own,
Which makes me sad and lonely,
I try not to think,
I disappear forever,
I make the world swallow me,
Just for a couple on minutes,
I feel upset and mad,
Like i am trapped in a cage,
I sometimes hurt people,
I clear my mind and stay quiet,
I almost cry,
But i never do,

my anger twists inside me,
It always comes out,
I say things that i really mean,
But shouldn't be there,
I hunch back and always fall,
Onto the dusty floor,
My jelously rages over next,
I jump up and scream,
I find energy to fight and struggle,
I hate and loathe and repell,
I am horrible and all alone,
I get over it quickly,
And huddle back down again,
I do something like homework,
Or writing a poem,
But the anger is always there,

I look at the paper,
My eyes transfixed,
The more i think,
The more i sit clueless,
I try to get on,
But my head is throbbing,
I sink in my seat,
Almost crying,
I look at the clock,
It doesn't move,
I look at the question,
It doesn't move,
I look at my pencil,
It doesn't move,
It doesn't matter how much i practice,
I always get things false,
People think i'm thick,
I wish they were wrong,
I stare at the paper,
I feel jealous,
And irritated,
And very at fault,
I look ahead,
And feel useless,
Like i'm letting people down,
I want to throw my stuff on the floor,
And sometimes i just do,
But i can't hide forever,
Cause the maths finds me instead,