Ah! It appears,

'tis was all futile!

Sleepless nights, 

tears on paper,

'tis was all futile!

Studying until my

braincells plea at once

a pathetic 'stop!'

'tis was all futile!

I have crashed and burnt anyway,

None of my efforts did pay.

'Tis was all futile!

I shall give it my all 

once more,

like a phoenix I shall rise,

and maybe this time, 

it shall not be all futile.

Though I abhor it so!

Feeling the need to feel far above,

craving perfection evermore,

needing to use such big words,

as though I'm expecting praise.