The Test

Er, I made this some time back. I rummaged through some of my older poems and stumbled across it. Here it is.

The Test.
Well, I'm wrong, but I suppose
now that isn't rare for me.
in peacefulness, something arose
and it stumped the great Sophie.

You all know I'm not the smartest here.
Even with encouragement, I'll give in to fear.
And though I cry and feel pain, I'm still scum, and less.
One thing I know for certain is that I am not the best.

Who cares if I can write?
Who does it matter if I can ace a test?
I made one bad move, then a downward plight.
And it proves I am not the best.

I thought that one bad thing would kill me.
One bad move would be the end.
And sure enough, I was right.
As I often used to tend.

I failed to see the answers.
How could I pass with no prepare?
Nobody gave me a chance to study.
Without information, how could I fare?

With each question, I logically answered.
Proved knowledge was for me.
At the end of the test I was certain,
I couldn't have gotten anything lower than a B.

But then I turned out to be faulty.
Logic wasn't right; 'twas a foe.
When in love you don't make sense.
You're a fool and happily so.

So I answered each question wrong.
and pushed my love away.
I've missed him for so, so long.
Why was I so stupid?
I ask myself every day.

aww I love it! (:

Aw. D: Such a sad fate!

This is so wonderful, Sophie... <3

Thank you, you guys. (: