"I'm sorry, I have tennis."
"I have a club meeting."
"I have violin lessons."
"I can ask my mom today,
But I don't think she'll say yes."

The excuses I make
I can make more and more now,
I flood my time with things
I have Sundays off,
But that's for church and family and friends.

My insomnia is taking over.
My eyebags are concealed with makeup,
It's not that hard, really.
My grades are dropping,
But I can spare a few points.

I wake up to my alarm.
I go to the bathroom,
Put in my contacts.
And a smile.

Beauty is all I think about.
'This shirt goes well with these pants'
'This doesn't go with anything'
'I should go shopping'

It keeps me awake
These thoughts that haunt my mind
I refuse to go to sleep.
Or maybe
I can't.