The Hard Times

i’m not really sure if i know to express it 

 

my heart has become so confusing 

that even my own thoughts have become abusing 

 

spinning around and around only going through the motions 

i’m so numb despite all these emotions 

 

the tears drop down my face but not really

 

i’d need a full fledged rally to come save me from this reality 

 

wake up, go to school, and be perfect. 

wake up, go to school, and be perfect.

wake up, go to school, and be perfect.

 

My life is on repeat. Im trapped inside my own head, and I can’t escape. and i’m not really sure i know how to express it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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