APUSH

The APUSH exam is tomorrow,

My fear and stress is about to overflow.

I am seeking to fall asleep,

To escape anxiety’s hold, so dark and deep.

With restless urge, I rise to study,

My mind starts to whirl, my thoughts start to muddy.

In shadows deep, my heart weeps,

A weight of distress, too great to keep.

…

As morning breaks, I rise with dread

The APUSH test is weighing upon my head.

With a heavy heart, I take a breath.

Munch on breakfast with increasing stress.

As the morning sun begins to rise,

The day ahead, a daunting task,

Like a race, awaiting for me to finish.

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As the community hall looms above like a pantheon

I begin the marathon.

As the clock ticks on,

My pen starts to fly on.

With every question, my confidence withers.

Anxiety creeps in, growingly bitter.

Oh, APUSH, for what reason are you so cruel?

Why drag me into this torturous duel?

With each inquiry, I feel more dismay,

As each circle I fill creates more disarray,

As I begin my essays, I get tossed into the fray,

I scribble each letter to get away.

…

As a ray of sunshine seeps through the clouds,

The warmth upon my head begins to wash away the shroud.

As I step outside into the light,

A breath of fresh air sweeps away my fright.

Renewed with joy and sensing the bustling crowd.

I stride away from the test room, tall and proud.