Drowning

Drowning

in floods of assignments and papers and grades and

Sleepless nights

make me tear my hair out and blink too much and rub my eyes and

Cry

for help and for God and for luck and

Mom,

I’m screaming and grasping and reaching and

Drowning.

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This poem is about: 
Me

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