The Storm
High school;
Scholarships, applying for colleges
The stress of doing it all
Staying on top of school
Is like a hurricane.
Causing a tsunami
Or a dam about to flow over my head.
I can only handle so much
Parents nagging at me,
And maintain my grades.
“Did you do your homework?”
“Have you worked on scholarships?”
“Did you work on you senior project?”
That’s all I ever hear.
Hardly ever a “hello” or “how was your day?”
I’m being dragged down
Unable to make some of my own decisions
I’m waiting,
Waiting for the storm to break
Have everything drain.
No more stress.
No more worries.
I’m almost ready
To leave and start a new chapter.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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