stress

Thu, 01/11/2018 - 08:38 -- maevejm

enamored by the work

people bragging and boasting

they breathe freely in the air

gliding through classes, coasting

I sigh and give cold smiles

Because I can't focus I'm withholding

and I know I can try 

it'll take a little while

but I am still happier than most

This poem is about: 
Me

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