Post Midterm Trauma Circa 20 Nineteen

in memoriam of the day

i had a perfect gpa

The sky was bright-

The sun was shining

My teachers hadn’t heard the first of my whining

but now as the days turn to night

i am constantly reminded of my plight

ap this; honors that

it’s impossible to find the time to chat

but what is there to talk about?

besides the constant spout

of biology and algebra and geography

for as far as the eye can see

productive is the only way to be

i am drowning in the work

of so many missed days

i knew i was going to have to pay

but i am constantly reminded

of how i was blindsided

when choosing that path

now looking back, i laugh

i guess mental health comes first

but only when you’re about to burst

from all the work you’re drowning in

Well, Crap.

You Better Learn How To Swim.