I would say sad, because that is how I interpreted it.
i dont know about that chemicals arent that food for you
What poem is this? I need to know to answer.
Answer:
Footsteps were heard, edging louder and louder as they approached my bedroom door. "Son", my mother complained, "It's been three weeks since you've started using this (insert online tutor) Brainly, and you're grades have not improved." Tired and ready to be concise to keep this dreadful and often demeaning lecture with my mother short, "I'm doing my best."
"You're doing your best?" she laughed and exclaimed in a brusque as she walked out of the room.
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