Work,work,work
Look down
Clutch pen
Cry inside
Lie down
then lie to yourself
"You can turn this around."

Work harder
bound forward
mind is paper
blank
and rank.
Unheeded words,
slurred with drunkeness
of lack of sleep.
Keep going.

Who the **** needs sleep?

Who needs food?
Work through lunch
because when you munch upon food
it magically transforms to paper
Sodden in your mouth, so sour.
They are draining you of your power.

Go on, take my all.

A friend texts you
they wish for help
you try to answer
but are suppressed by your
yelp of self pity.
So you break with people
to prevent
a self exposing
litany.

Work Harder

You must.
Don't dare to trust your mind
your shell
yourself
Whatever you do
don't ask for help

You're weak
Unintellectual
and small.

So what if failed subjects
enthrall you?

That won't get you the grades

You've paid them with your all.

You're still not enough
You'll never be enough

Not tough enough to cut it
too proud/unweak to fall
You're in the midst of
a truely unbreakable brawl

Pen
Paper
Time to write the essay
now
you don't know
how
but, who cares?
Let's catch them unawares
with your ignorance.

"This play was set in florence...?"

(I think)
don't blink
Just Sink

Maybe this time, someone will notice.

Yet then again, maybe not.

I promise not to stop.