My Attempt at Writing a Sonnet (1)

Shall I compare thy mark to my owneth

In hopes of increasing my self esteem

Makes me feel like the Queen Elizabeth

Praiseworthy enough for my own proud meme


Until it becomes lower than thy own

Then my high spirits are thrown off wind

Never-ending, my brain then my heart groan

From my path I am confused and blind


The numbers in this verse depict feelings

While numbers on the report show my worth

My body is melancholy filling

Strong urge to throw myself into the hearth


Until thoughts of courage and you arise

I discern numbers aren’t what make me wise

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