Numbers

Thoughts rushing through my head on my mock results day

I know no matter what I get,
it won't be good enough
I glance at the numbers
I hide them,
The failure still burns in the back of my eyes

My stomach feels hollow
My legs shake
Tears well on my eyelids
I cannot cry,
Don't cry,
Why cry?
It doesn't matter,

The numbers on the page
Are just numbers

Author's Note

No harsh analysis please. Just kinda vomiting my thoughts into words.