I hate the breeze
Bringing soft chills
I hate the sand
Filling between my toes
I hate the salty smell of the ocean
Stinging my nose
I hate the laughter
Ringing in my ears
I hate the beach
Symbolizing the end of summers
The annual day trip
Not that I don’t mind the school year
Love it actually
It’s just the anxiety of going back again
And feeling like the chalkboard has been erased
Feeling like all you’ve accomplished has gone down the drain
Because the stress of the new year comes
I can tolerate stress
I like to stretch myself thin
Adding so many things to the top of the mountain
To stay out of my house longer, and more frequently
It’s just the anxiety of going back again