Love Me, I Say (Emmeline)

It's late at night and I'm cramming for the last round of AP exams. Such is the price of being intelligent. Success is all about being the right kind of person. I need to get fives on all of these in order to have any kind of chance in life. What was that formula I needed for physics? I said it under my breath as I studied my AP lit passage. I'm in the top 10% of my class, but I need to be the top student. Drawing in a breath, I pored over a poem.

Do this.
Do that.
You should. 
You can't. 

What's such a simple poem doing in a practice AP exam? The author wasn't even a real poet, just some kid. I read the blurb. Leave it to Steve to be everywhere, even in practice AP exams. He wrote it some time around his elementary school years during his time as a violin prodigy. Does his talent know no bounds?

Put on
A show.
Just hold 
Your bow. 

I looked at the questions. These lines are definitely iambic monometer. Even a normal student could answer that question.

Learn math
And write.
Stay up
All night.

Isn't that what the lot of us are doing, that is, if we want to be successful? I don't understand why people think I'm especially cruel to them when we're all in the same boat. It's their loss. Let them fail and fall to the ground while I soar to the top. I'll gladly give up my soul for perfect scores on all of my AP exams. I circled more answers. I need all fives. If I don't get all fives, I don't know what I'll do. Even if I get fours, I'm still the best student, right?

For my upcoming theater exam, I'll sing an English cover of Aishite, Aishite, Aishite. I sang my scales while poring over the questions.