It started bad, got worse, and ended on an all time low.
Not for sympathy or epathy but just so you know,
not only has my mental health declined
but my motivation has flatlined.
I need money for things I hate,
God forbid I wake up late
for the class I don't want to go to
but I know I have to push through.
This year has changed my family,
now they're oh so proud of me
but I'm sitting here in my room
surrounded by my own doom
writing a poem for money
thinking of a rhyme for "money"
so that my parents wont have to struggle
with the daughter they used to cuddle.
College is what's changed us.
Now all we do is fuss
over how we'll pay for my education
instead of my medication
because my mental health isn't right
but that doesn't matter when you work at night
to help pay off the degree
employers will never see
because when you major in Fine Arts
you have to have stone hearts.