Sleep
Sleep.
It's something I never seem to get enough of.
I don't have insomnia, nightmares, or a bed made of rock,
But I still never seem to get enough.
High school seems like the easiest thing to blame,
hell, all the work that I have to do is a shame.
I know it's junior year and we're getting "prepared for college"
But oh how I wish I didn't have to be so polished.
I never seem to have time to relax,
and even if I am the future is breathing down my neck.
All my responsibilities are lingering by;
So many questions are in my mind.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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