I feel so much stress
When I walk through these doors
I give all I have
But they still expect more
Each hour new shit
I’m expected to learn
But for peace and quiet
Is all that I yearn
My nails, once long,
Have been bit to the quick
So many things that they want
It just makes me sick
I watch the clock, begging
For the last bell to ring
So I can go home and
Forget everything
Just to forget the assignments
That are long past due
And a burning desire
To start afresh new
Instead I’ll lay my head
Down to rest
And when I’m forced to wake up,
I’ll be just as stressed.
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
