The pressure

The pressure it builds,
Expected lot out of,
You want the grades,
You want the marks.

You first exam,
your friend got ill,
you worried for her.

Out of the exam,
I want to know how we've done,
I ask some question,
Your voice undone.

You storm away,
I feel like c**p,
my grades are slipping,
I don't believe I've done it.

I spoke to you all,
you think you did c**p,
your not the only one,
I feel that bad.

I want to have done well,
I want to have passed,
The more I look at it,
The more I have lost.

Ever single moment,
I look back and see,
The lack of work,
No words for them to see.

The wordsI have written,
They mean nothing at all,
nothing technical about them,
nothing at all.

The Pressure is gone,
The feelings alone,
The helpless feeling,
Of having failed and being alone.