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Grace Marks

Have you ever given someone all the grace they didn’t deserve, only to watch them play their part with no real effort or sincerity? It’s a bitter pill, realizing that while you were trying to nurture, they were simply taking advantage of your kindness. This poem is a reflection of that moment—when I stopped grading their failures with sympathy and gave them what they truly earned.



Disappointment should be your middle name,
Yet you strut around with audacity, no shame.
You graded me in realms where you barely passed,
No effort, no spark—yet you dared to cast.

I gave you grace marks, just so you’d feel the man,
Propped up your ego, held up the facade, the flimsy plan.
A line of women you’ve left in your wake,
Empty hearts, whispered promises, a trail of fake.

Inadequate love, yet you blame the insane—
Girls twisted in your void, left to heal the pain.
And still, you think you own the stage,
A hollow boy playing at being sage.

So here’s my final grade, no more disguise:
You failed the test of love—surprise, surprise.


So, here we are. Is this the new "normal"? The endless cycle of toxic relationships, where people expect the world but don’t even try to meet you halfway? It’s time we stop grading people based on their potential and start giving marks for their true efforts. Who’s ready to pass on the false narratives and finally let these 'failed tests' fade away?

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Location: HJXW+6G Doddaubbanur, Tamil Nadu, India

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