I’m angry
I’m happy

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’m no longer stressed.

By: Arthur

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