Wake up, study, sleep. Repeat.
Such a life I have to believe.
Revealed to the high hopes and expectations,
it only makes me feel worse.
Their concerns are fake.
Their nonexistent support breaks me.
They will never understand the situation;
the wild thoughts are consuming me alive.
Wake up, study, sleep.
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Poet Me
PoetryCOMPLETED (21.01.21) This is my first poem book on Wattpad. I've written poetry in different styles for contests, school-related purposes, based on something/someone, or for reflecting my thoughts. Some of these poems are a little cringe because I...
