Category: Poetry
Subject: The overwhelming stress of year-end deadlines.
Here comes hell week—the end is near,
It's almost over, yet I can't even cheer.
Homework, projects, exams—where does it end?
Numbers and words blur, I can't comprehend.
"It'll be worth it." I whisper, a desperate refrain,
Still, the weight on my chest whispered back in disdain.
A sigh escapes—raw, heavy, sore,
A silent plea, "I can't take much more..."
Too many tasks, why should I even bother?
The weight of this burden keeps pulling me under.
I need a moment to take it all in,
Breathe in, breathe out—where do I begin?
In this academic world, can I call for a timeout?
Or am I just stuck as the deadlines shout?
No matter how hard I try to keep still,
The pressure consumes me—it bends my will.
I want to rest—I do, yet my thoughts ignite,
A wildfire raging, devouring the night.
"I haven't done this, I haven't done that,"
Trapped in the smoke—I can't see where I'm at.
"Just leave it be, it's not a big deal."
Oh, but it is—this nightmare is real.
It's draining my energy, leaving me weak,
And every sleepless night makes the morning seem bleak.
Stress and expectations pour down like a storm,
No one to hear me, no embrace to keep me warm.
Am I just dramatic, or is it too much to bear?
"All students struggle," they say—but do they truly care?
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