Poetic Excuses

Nauseous

I'm so tired it hurts,
Every day I march I want to hurl.

I'm so hungry I can't sleep,
But I'm already fat.

I hope I don't get sick,
I just don't want to be a fat girl.

My stomach twists and turns,
My head feels like it's been hit with a brick.

I go to school and march for two hours without saying a word,
Whilst I get nauseous.

I feel Luke my head is going to burst,
The Dicks in my classes aren't helping.

It just gets worse and worse,
My nausea makes me quiet.

I'm really nauseous,
It hurts.

I wonder if I should tell them,
I wonder if I should complain.

Will they think I want attention too,
Or will they help relieve the pain?

I'm nauseous and it hurts so bad.