and if i fail, well then i fail, but i gave it a shot

I'm terrified of desks and failure, and you make me safer but it doesn't make me better. Who meets their match at the end of a pencil, and who's endoftherope is in the form of a green pen and illegible, nonjustifiable marks off? I'm coming to find that knowledge isn't everything and manner of presentation wins in the end, but I'll never be able to provide conformity in words; on those tests. I'm terrified of desks and failure; they're becoming my middle names.