I don’t remember what it’s like to be refreshed.
To wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
And a can-do attitude.
I don’t remember the feeling of being well-rested.
Energy coursing through my body as I wake
From the early light streaming through my windows.
I don’t remember how it feels going to bed early.
To get all of my homework done right away
And go to bed out of boredom.
I don’t remember how to wake up without an alarm clock.
The harsh tones jarring me from my sleep
And forcing me into the world of the awake.
I remember what it’s like to be tired all the time.
To walk through the halls with my muscles screaming
And my eyes drooping.
I remember how to go through the day feeling like another person.
I’m not my outgoing, talkative self:
I’m tired and crabby.
I remember what it’s like to wake up during class
With everyone staring at you
And the teacher giving disappointed looks.
I remember what it’s like to sleep in
And yet still be so tired
As if I’d never slept.
I remember the distractions that haunt my daydreams:
Netflix clawing at me
And rest’s calls slowly fading away.
I remember what it’s like to want sleep so bad
And yet toss and turn all night
Trying every trick possible.
Mostly, I remember the feeling I get
When I wake up day after day
Feeling drained and out of tune.
How I struggle through the days
And yearn for rest at night.