The books are stacked, a towering wall,
Each page a sneer, a mocking call.
Equations dance, a dizzying blur,
History's whispers, I can't endure.

My mind is numb, my spirit frayed,
By endless lessons, poorly played.
The clock ticks on, a heavy beat,
Another deadline, I can't meet.

The world outside, a vibrant hue,
But mine is gray, and leaking through.
I see the laughter, hear the song,
But I'm trapped here, where I don't belong.

A heavy weight upon my chest,
A constant ache, no time for rest.
The joy is gone, the spark has died,
Just weary sighs, I can't hide.

I long to break these binding chains,
To wash away these pouring rains.
To feel the sun, the gentle breeze,
And find some solace, if you please.

But here I sit, in dim-lit room,
Surrounded by this academic tomb.
And in the depths of my despair,
I'm drowning slowly, in the air.