I struggle to grasp the concept,
How people have time to study all day,
Routine after routine, so perfectly laid,
While I'm chasing minutes, nights into day.
A full-time student, full-time grind,
Twelve-hour shifts, sleep left behind,
Four to six days, the clock never slows,
My body aches, but my mind still goes.
Am I failing, or just getting by?
I question myself, under the sky,
I feel like I'm sinking, yet somehow I float,
Doing well, I think, or barely afloat.
I try to stay positive, keep up the fight,
But the weight of it all looms heavy at night.
Still, I rise, even if I fall,
Not a failure just giving it my all.
YOU ARE READING
My Emotions & Feelings (poetry)
PoetryHello, I do not write to appease, I write as a venting method, Therapy per say.
