Getting up at dark hours
of the morning.
Pulling on clothes that few
will actually notice
as pale skin
with fragile
trembling fingertips
grip onto cups of hot
caffinated beverages.
Dull eyes draped
with dark circles
from sleepless nights
(Since sleep is a luxury
we all can't afford.)
Scan over
exams and assignments
due in days.
As stress filled minds
unwind rapidly
at the seems because
teachers don't seem
to understand that
our grades worry us
just as much as
our thoughts.
They say they're sorry,
as if they really care,
but if you try
and sit there and
tell them,
they'll brush you off
as lazy or whiny and say;
"There's not that much."
"You'll be okay."
Not that much from
one teacher,
maybe,
but from multiple?
It's insane.
But it's okay.
It's fine,
I guess.
I'll just juggle my problems
With bleeding hands
And bloodshot eyes.
Watching as everyone else
Seems to be fine.
With their bright eyes
And wide smiles,
greeting people with
long hugs and 'hellos'.
But I know better.
Look closer.
What you see isn't actually
there.
It's like magic.
An illusion.
Decieving people is just
part of the game.
And everyone plays.
And like a good magician.
Nobody reveals their secrets.
Because as much as I
hate to say it,
happiness is
temporary.
No one likes to admit
that the thing or person
that you love
will leave you with
only memories,
tear stained pillows,
and a broken heart.
But that's the life
that we live.
There's not really
anything we can do
to change that.
**A/N** Sorry this one sucks. I might edit it some later.
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