Beat you next time

I cringed, the papers ruffled,
Passed it on, the regrets.
IT’S YOUR FAULT, my head screamed.
I know.

Faces flashed, I didn’t bother.
Walking on, seeing null.
My face sunk, ugly, sullen.
Frustration.

Class again, steps ahead heavy.
Fallen heart, fallen hope.
Then you laughed, crisp, clear.
I woke up.

I had to get pass the fact that I’ll most probably fail today’s Math test, without a doubt, and I can place a whole month’s allowance to bet on it. Just to fuel my stinking mood, I barely passed the latest Chemistry test. Perhaps I studied the wrong way? Perhaps I hadn’t studied enough? Perhaps, perhaps I’m just too dumb?

I suddenly felt the need to have someone there for me to run to in the face of adversity. I don’t have a heart strong enough to shoulder all my emotional baggage, much to the fact that I generate too much of that load whenever I put my head and heart to think about stuff.
I’m tired, but this just powered my thirst to achieve even more.

P.S: To that someone whom I’m always aiming to beat, I didn’t do it this time, but I swear, I’ll thrash you at your game the next time.