26 Vent Poetry (Bumpy Road)

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There are screens everywhere I go. Used to do work or distract yourself. 

And the workload is something I can't finish until the end of the day

It stresses me out so much, to the point of breakdown

I'm not prone to crying, but

There's not enough hours in the day to be 

model student,

model sister,

model daughter, 

model leader,

a functional human, 

and a functional member of society. 

On top of that, I've got no friends and the faces of shallow-pool acquaintances are apparent. 

It drives me insane






A/N:

I've not been doing well with a work-to-life ratio and I needed to vent in a way that my art couldn't explain thanks for reading and have a good day! (If it's night where you are put the phone down and go to bed...)

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