Poetry about my lack of talent and lack of learning

The three religions fight in the day, and the glory changes in the night. In the middle of the night, he slowly turned to stone in a daze. Who is Diaosi? Who is the top student? Who is Greenleaf? Who is Honghua? Who are the pants? Who is the wedding dress? They only talk about living people suffering, how have you seen dead ghosts wearing shackles? Even though his grades are low, he can't commit suicide quickly. Let it go, my thoughts and hopes have turned into a wisp of smoke, but there are all kinds of things in the world to worry about.

In the end, all that's left is a barren pen and eyes full of broken flowers...