Why is school such a bitch? It's taking up all my time.
I have so much work to do, I barely get to sit and rhyme.
I thought I was prepared for this, but now I have to second guess,
i've stayed up past 1:30 twice in one week, my sleep schedules a mess.
I'm constantly stressed the f out, and I don't get to have fun,
I can't even use my phone, until all of my shit is done.
I ask for extensions, In fear of any mentions,
of my grades to my A+ wanting parents.
It's a shame, they tried to make an intelligent kid out of a dumb one, cuz i'm a fucking tarent.
I want to screem pause, timeout, break.
I'm under way too much pressure,
and i'm scared of messing up, more than ever before,
because I can't think of myself any lesser.
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Untitled - The story of my life told in poems
PoesieWhy can't this box be left empty? That's the only description to describe me. I guess a sarcastic comment will just have to do. Also I use Syllable Counter ( shorturl.at/pzNS3 ), so if the haiku is wrong don't @me.