Compression

Things just weren't going my way Nothing seemed to fit together My brain was a cacophony of thought The fifteen different classes and organizations That ate at my free time Were overloading the circuits of my head So much so I couldn't think straight A constant weight weighs upon My mind. Myself. Me It constricts my thoughts It constrains my ideas It contrives my theorems It counterproductively places thoughts It conceives evil desires The weight is continuous It weighs on my dreams No escape is in sight I don't want to talk about it To literate it would increase it permanence To converse I would vulnerate me to it I shrink as it grows The pressure is tenfold I take one last look At life as I knew it