Stress

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January 30, 2020 by thewashingteenian

By Sophie Lucas, Staff Writer

 

Work

Work

Work

 

I no longer need sleep

It’s hard to even move my feet

They

D

R

A

G

On  the ground

Even at 13 caffeine is the reason I walk

The words spoken by the teachers go

 

T     H    R    O   U   G    H

my ears

Geometry becomes meaningless shapes that float through the air

 

Science is the forgotten language

While math is the language that must be spoken by all

 

Every child with potential must be an engineer

They have to be forced to study until their eyes bleed

T

E

A

R

S

 

I’m 13, but feel 23

 

Already searching for colleges

 

And I can’t sleep

 

Trying my best

 

But I’m

 

Always

 

Behind

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