My Poetry

Ranting

The day drags on
And I'm unsure of what to do.
It's only morning but it's getting close
To the afternoon.
I work and I work and I work
But it's too much.
Books fall from the sky
And I'm buried.
Trying to dig myself out is hard
But I've got to try, right.
I have to try because people believe
They believe in me.
Why do they?
There is no reason other than pity
Sadness
Guilt.
They dont believe in me
It's just an obligation to them.
I smile and act like I dont know
But I do.
They dont care for me
Even if I care for them.
I do