Don't Let the Flood Gates Break


Drip Drip Drip

Tears fall from my face

Or is that water falling from the shower?

I cannot differentiate.


My emotions are hidden by curtains

There are two, not one.

I am free here

No one can see me here

Let it out

Let it go

Let it flow

It is stress that breaks me down.


School School School

Seven hours per day

Is what they say

But they are wrong.


It is not school ripping at my soul,

It is homework, an impossible goal.


Work Work Work

Seven hours per day

They say, "No way!"

But it is true.


Why can't I talk?




"Second of 491"

"4.8 GPA"

"Ivy League Bound"

But stress breaks me down.


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