Who am I?
I guess it depends on the eye that sees
Or how well you know me
In reality I barely even know myself
So who am I?
Do I base it of others opinions?
My failures?
Accoplishments I've made?
In the end how much does that really tell about me?
I'm just here
Surviving
Just like everyone else

Assignments piling up
I used to be at the top
Burned out potensial is the worst
It feels like i'm cursed
The guilt of not being able to do the work
School comes first
My lungs arge going to burst
I cant breath
Math sheets and tear streaks
Science rapports
Weekends too short
Once at the top
Now I struggle to get up

Muscles aching
Feet sore
I cant stop
I have to dance some more
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Comfortable clothes
Pin your hair so that it holds
Around and around
Bruises and ice packs
Snacks and spear clothes in my back pack
Practice makes perfect
In the end its all worth it

Always connected
But no connections
Glued to every screen
Its all we ever see
What's the use of waking up?
Everyone else is still stuck
Stuck in a world far from this one
Escapism at its finest
I cant really blame them
I do it too
But sometimes I wish you could wake up
Talk to me
Talk to me in real life
You're not brave if you need to hide behind a screen to talk to me

Street lights
Morning and nights
Back and forth from school
Minding my own buisness like I always do
Then there is you
Walking past
My peace wont last
Disgusting liquid from your mouth
This all makes me want to shout
But i'm scared that if I do
I know there are much worse things you'll do
So I let you
I ignore it
Then i wash it off from whereever it hit
I just want to be able to walk in peace
Now I have to watch out for you spitting at me

I'm in the backseat of the car
Watching my life pass by in the windows
The car is on autopilot
I dont know how to stop it
But I know it can end anytime
It almost ended today
On the crosswalk
In someways I wanted it to end
I wanted to feel free
No more backseat in the car
No more car at all
Just nothingness