A list of things I need to do,
but no one to talk about it to
as I lose my mind over silly things,
when I could be out having fun, buying earrings.
Alone is how I feel,
All these emotions,
And no way to deal.

The stress is unbearable,
making me stop and question, is this even real?
The list is untearable
as it continues to grow,
becoming my foe;
leading me to the brink of madness,
bringing on a pit of sadness.
I stop to breathe,
but the feelings do not cease.

My foe continues to grow,
becoming increasingly impossible to complete,
as I long to click delete
but I cannot;
for delete should mean fail,
meaning I won't get into Yale.
How I wish I could drop it into jail,
with no release bail,
drop it into the bin and sail
far away from the wretched list,
And stop myself from falling of the rails.

But it is not a ship but a train that I near
As I step on the rails,
but fall off,
with not even enough time to scoff;
for my foe has come out on top.

The list stays here and...

I am gone!