Poem: A Test

This is a test that I cannot pass.

I see the answers and know the questions.

I just cannot pass the test.

I try each day to get along, but that only seems so wrong.

When the pen meets the paper the two just do not agree.

The hand does not meet the right just like you and me.

The writing is on the wall so is the hook where everything hangs.

This is a test that I have failed.

I hate that I did.

Maybe I will try again.