Stupefied scribble scrape down shredded wood with half lidded insanity Squinting through rough lenses onto heavy thick slices of paper split to order leady loops across lined faces. A collection of ignorant formality Useless, this is. Will they teach me how to dance? Will they teach me how at all? They will bundle up my time for 'free' and slyly label it differently. 'Work.' Because I have nothing else to do? Eat up the time I use to smile for the test scores. Gobble up my love for him and replace it with a C that shreds my worth. Tears slide silently down rims of chins salting the sheets at night Stress slides down my throat and collapses from exhaustion. 'Push yourself.' Do you think I am not? I'm crying, because I am drowning. Go back to sleep darling, because there's not enough time in the day to do what you want. There's only enough time to do what you don't want.