Enslaved Youth

I speak for the students or should I say the slaves, Working all the time to impress our parents with grades, And Schools with sports, Teachers with clubs, Colleges with SAT's, Extra curriculars, Majors in particular, Community service, It all makes me nervous, Expectations, Pressure Avoiding Failure, Dressing for success, Yet feeling depressed, Closed Doors, Criticism roars, Debt, Regret, Trying to forget, Identity Loss, Dreams are tossed, I can't pay all the costs, Rent is due, Friends are leaving you, All alone Hoping someone picks up the phone, I only hear the dial tone, Desperate, Death-perate, Someone get me a med kit, Save me, Save me, Gone

This poem is about: 
My country


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