Today I heard the phrase
"It looks good on college applications"
About eleven times
Teachers tell me they are
Preparing me for "real life"
As if the first 18 years are free trial
Getting an education
Turned out to be a competition
I never agreed to enter
I used to think in weekdays
Now I think in due dates
Nothing is heavier than my backpack
Except maybe my eyelids
I'm losing sleep, losing weight
Losing my mind, I'm so lost
Even as I wrote this poem
I know nothing i say
Matters unless it's typed
In times new roman, 12pt font.
YOU ARE READING
The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
