High School Drop-Out (Original Poem)

A moment of self-doubt
A whisper of lost hope
One instant of impulse
A slamming of doors
A single wrong choice
Dozens more to follow
Years of struggle
A lifetime of regret
-Raise your hand; wrong answer.
Frustration consumes you-
Drop your pencil.
One wrong answer too many and
You walk out of the classroom, through the front doors-
Slam behind you-
Curse aloud.
You don’t turn back,
No job, no money, no luck.
Looking back, years of poor
Judgment will envelop your mind-
Will be full of empty thoughts.
No education instilled in your head;
Everyday-
Regretting-
Why you slammed those doors.