stressed
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I’m trapped
I’m caged
I’m in a daze
All these days go by slowly
I feel so lowly
I’m waitin’ for that release
I do not understand how some people can do it: work until their eyes bleed, study until their fingers ache, and stay up all night like a nocturnal beast.
Fear.
The mess of tangled thoughts, mangled anxieties, strangled shouts
That invades your brain
On quiet nights.
Fear.
Leaves crumple under my feet as my eyes are fogged by my layered tears.
I’m walking under the brightest street lights, but still feeling completely in the
O beautiful for standard tests,
For health worth less than grades,
For against what the kids request
Upon us stress cascades!
America! America!
Do you remember how it felt when the wind blew
pleasantly brushing your hair side to side?
It's a comforting feeling,
a feeling that one can appriecate,
Even though it is not expected.
From one day to the next,
The clock keeps ticking.
However I think I've been hexed
For once, I have never felt so desperate
judging myself for what I am destined to be.
Most don't find themselves until
it is no longer expected from them.
I am afraid to wait too long.
Stressed and getting depressed
Fingers cold, I'm a graduating senior... Thats quite old!
I can't with my face, I just may be losing this race.
If you see someone depressed
Don't ask them why they're stressed
It does no help most of the time.
I've planned my whole life.
I'm always looking ahead.
I've forgotten the present.
I have to stop
And look around me
look behind me
slow down
breathe
study
My heart is breaking,
my faith is shaking,
too much is what all of this stress is taking.
Can't calm down,
can't look around,
on the outside I smile.
On the inside I frown...
So tired of life,
It's 12:07 AM and I wanted to make a blog to rant
but I'm too scared of someone stumbling upon it and reading about my life
because I'm scared of what my peers will think
and how tainted my reputation
You can make believe it happened
Or pretend that you’re not frightened
You can wish, hope, and contemplate
Sometimes I am overwhelmed with emotion
The sheer force gives me pounding headaches
And aches caused by a pain that isn’t physical
Brings the start of tears to my eyes
I just want to be happy
Hello.
How are you?
That's nice.
Me?
How am I?
Oh.
Oh no.
You don't want that answer.
Why?
You sure you wanna know?
Remember, you did this to yourself.
i am tired i have been working all week to ensure that i will have good grades by the end of this semester.
Here's another shitty poem,
about wanting to be a bird,
about wanting to be free
and the longing to relieve
of all the fucking stress
that we all have to deal with.
I want to fly the fuck away,
Tick tock the clock strikes the air
The time drags on and chimes again
I tremble from the stress and my brain begins to ache
This time there is no going back no time to escape
STRESSED.
Senior year. The year we have all been waiting for. The year we were all eager to start.
The school bell rings, I'm late for class
at this rate, I'll never pass.
College essays, school ones too,
every day, a new one's due.
What will I do? I do not know.
A real good college, I must go.
Write they tell us,
Show us who you are.
Give us your soul in a story they say
I’ll grade it and judge all your scars.
Thousands of students with their
I've worked my whole life
just to prove my worth.
I've pushed myself,
skipped parties to study.
Now is the moment of truth.
The moment where the next four years
of my life will be spent.
What do you want from me?
Am I not good enough?
Am I a dissapointment?
A mess that needs to be cleaned up?
My dearest teacher, your class is so boring
Even my foot is now snoring
Obviously you dont how to have fun
Sitting in our desk all day, come on we're still young
When im in your class im always tired
Man school's a drag
Let's all go take nap,
Pick up those pencils and pens
It's time to go learn in my class.
Teachers expect to much of us kids
We just want to hangout and shoot the shit,
Yeah, I appreciate what you do.
Thank you for spending a little extra time
looking over my essay with me after school.
I know its a long ride home for you
and I know you don't get paid for the overtime.
That rush you dread as life crashes towards you,
Barreling through with unspoken emotions.
Guilt, remorse, and weariness threads a shadow,
A fifty-foot tower right over you.
Yellow over Green
What auras you bring,
The gentle breeze creates a soulful melody
As Maraca leaves shuffle to their fertile dance
The harmonious birds take center stage
There's so much stress
The last forty days of school
With all of the reports and papers
Books and projects
Filling out papers
Application after application
All asking the same questions
Fading into the background
Washed out by greatest
Suddenly hearing no sounds
No cheers as I approach that line
I made it right! I finished
Where is my accolade?
My recognition!
~i waited
patiently…
as if my turn was next
i was just as naive as you
thinking that you were the best
you watched him cheat
but you forgot about the rest
forgave him time after time
Too many decisions.
What decisions are going to make my life right?
Thats all i am thinking about on this sleepless night.
Sometimes i want to give up.
Why cant life be simple?
This stress makes me tremble.
