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,