What is this emotional tether?
What is it that pulls me further?
Further.
Further to be pushed to be pulled.
I'm dragged kicking and screaming further into life
Into promises and responsibilities I can't begin to comprehend
Half the time I don't want to be here
Half the time I'm straight up confused
Exams, test, and papers oh my
My stress skyrockets
My esteem burns like crimson as is plummets
Each bad grade leaves a scar cross my ego
But I'll crawl up the stairs once, twice, three times everyday
Because I strive for success
I'll crave it and make it mine
My mental breaks get me closer
Make a grimace through those days
Even with my back broke and status crippled
I'll get through this
Make something of myself
Who else would
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PoetryA collection of the inevitable scrutiny that is everyday life ... as seen in poems.
