Trapped In a Flawed System
Every day monotonous, never changing.
My creativity feels like it has been drained from me.
I grasp for the words to express my thoughts, but end up with a scratchy sore throat.
My writing used to flow easily.
Now it feels as if my thoughts are honey refusing to drip.
Everything always feels so far away and out of reach.
My life is running away without me.
Drifting through every class, not caring enough to ask my questions.
I’d give up but then I’d lose my 4.0 which is socially unacceptable.
How sad is it that I have to stress out and have anxiety attacks over a number.
I am defined a number.
It doesn’t matter about my mental health as long as I write the paper.
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