I’m DRAINED
I’m angry
I’m happy
I’m STRESSED
I sit alone and ask myself am I doing my best
These nights I stay up to to finish homework
And did I mention I also have work
I am between the lines of depress or in distress
To which I can not figure the other
I get into my head
I get out of my head
I am brain dead
I’m just a broke high school kid
Trying to make some bread
If I shall be upset about my grades
These tears shall shead
But Instead
I don’t blame the teachers
But it is the system to which it is this way
But Instead
I don’t blame myself because I will walk the graduation walkway.
But instead
I am not DRAINED
I am not ANGRY
I am HAPPY
I’m no longer stressed.
By: Arthur
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