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The Stress of Exam Preparation

The poem expresses the intense stress and pressure associated with exams, highlighting feelings of hopelessness and the impact on personal well-being. It reflects on the struggle to meet parental expectations and the overwhelming nature of academic demands. Ultimately, it conveys a sense of exhaustion and frustration with the exam process.

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The Stress of Exam Preparation

The poem expresses the intense stress and pressure associated with exams, highlighting feelings of hopelessness and the impact on personal well-being. It reflects on the struggle to meet parental expectations and the overwhelming nature of academic demands. Ultimately, it conveys a sense of exhaustion and frustration with the exam process.

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Exams

I go through so much stress

To end up with success

But being dumb like me

Is hard to be free

All this stress for nothing

Makes me let go of the things I’m loving

Stuck on my phone all day

No wonder I rot away

Maybe I just don’t revise much

I don’t even know how I got into Nonsuch

I think all the pressure from my parents

To fulfill their requirements

Perhaps it was because I was smart enough

But now it's getting too tough

Even when there’s tests

Teachers say don’t stress

But what can I do...

All the work is making me feel hopeless

Equations dance and dates collide,

Our brains a rollercoaster ride.

We scribble answers far and wide,

And hope our grades take mercy's side.


Exams, oh what a dreadful chore,

They leave us tired, our brains so sore.

We cram and stress and hope for more,

But often end up on the floor.

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