Homework, homework,
Pouring out onto me.
There, they all work,
while I hyper-fixate on poetry.

O, peer pressure,
I'm not good enough.
Nothing will give them pleasure,
They think my hard work's only bluff.

Sleep deprivation,
I only rest for four hours.
Not enough motivation,
And no more brain power.

And just like a candle,
I get burnt out.
This is all I could handle,
Do not be in doubt.

I need to move on,
I need to hate her.
But the promise we made
for our love to last forever—
the magic of that promise
worked a bit too well.