Broken Stories

Mess

Mess

That's what you call it when you don't have everything on a row.

So that's me.

I'm a mess.

Yesterday I cried.

I cried because it was all too much.

So much schoolwork.

That's what I told my mom.

My mom asked me today:

'Is it really just school?'

I just nodded.

But it isn't.

It's her, my sister, my family, my friends, you, school and the emotions.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Nothing felt right.

My school marks are getting lower and lower.

My happiness is getting less and less.

My mask is getting harder and harder.

The weird thing is that I only wear my mask at home.

In school I really feel happy.

Everyone is nice, even the boys are.

But then, when the school bell rings I quickly put on the mask and the mess gets bigger and worse.

I need to clean it up, but it's too much.

Go away mess!