I don't know if I can
I don't know if I can survive
High school is a mess
High school is demanding
Requirements are bulls
Requirements make me sick
Research is hell
Research is a thief
Resume's, RRL are so lit
So lit that I want to burn
Burn into pieces of ashes
And scatter on sea
I want to sleep, to rest
From these requirements shizzs
BINABASA MO ANG
Freestyle Poetic World
PoetryA free poem made by @moonyqua. It has different genres and made just for fun.
