My school work builds up and up,
And the expectations reach the ceiling.
Working from home makes me feel stuck.
Then, I look at me and
Remember what I've forgotten.
I get so wrapped up in work
That I forget about self-care.
I need to put me first.
I mean, it's only fair.
I work too much anyway.
The fault lies with my brain
Which is like a machine.
The work keeps it sane,
But a lack of change makes it mean.
I need to make a change.
I'll try to shut it off,
But it won't be easy
To make it stop.
Still, I need to do this for me
And no one else.
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2020: The Poetry Collection
PoésieAlright. In the year of 2020, many things have taken placed. From a pandemic to Black Lives Matter protests. To people losing their jobs and entering depression. These have been some pretty trying times, but it has given me inspiration. It has inspi...
