School Stress
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Mr. Sandman,
why can’t I sleep?
I try so hard and still need relief
While every night, I lay there in waiting
But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing.
For you see sir,
all that I see
"Truly I should be working, no?"
Whispered the little student
"Surly this is what’s right"
She fretted in her mind
"But why should I do it?
Why? oh why? oh why?
Why is it such a stress?
The void is speckled purple and yellow
And I am floating above it
overwhelmed by nausea
And I don’t know why I haven’t yet fallen in.
Space hurtles around me ever cyclical
And I am here
Summer is over and school is back,
I need to do well and cannot slack.
I no longer have time to be free
because I cannot afford anything lower than a 'B'.
All the homework gives me so much stress,
