Angry looks from jealous eyes, reveal so easily their despise
How she scampers, eager to tell how horribly wronged is she
Some who listen take her side, others look upon her in judgement
Pleading for help to me she comes
as i realize all too late, that she wants my words, my work, my answers

infuriating is she to me, an overachiever
clinging to me in times of need
only to take from me my hard work
Shall i sit idle by, or deny her any more chances?

Those who take her side hand my work out freely
So that her precious grade may be spared the humiliation of failure
No more chances will she have
No more will she take from me