Battle I couldn’t Win
The hardest part isn’t the failing grade, it’s knowing I actually passed, but they won’t let me have it.
I poured my soul into the ink, only for it to be judged by a mind that had already decided I would fail. They were so cruel, and all I could do was cry hopelessly. It was a battle I couldn't win. This system shouldn't be about personality, it should be about the work and the intelligence I put into earning a better grade. It hurts to know that no matter how hard I study, I cannot pass a test graded by hate.
Jealousy consumes them even though their fate is already in their hands. I only ask for fairness, but then I remember that justice doesn't exist in this system. I am losing my grip, I am close to giving up and accepting the treatment I know I don't deserve.
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The least I could do is express this heaviness through a prayer. I don't want to end up being like them, I'm not so cruel that I would hurt someone just to satisfy myself.
I am tired... No words could explain how exhausted I am.
I'll forgive them, but the pain will remain.
The hardest part isn't the failing grade, it's knowing I actually passed, but they won't let me have it.
-Aly
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