A Constant State

April 26, 2018
By SlothyMoon BRONZE, Norfolk, Nebraska
SlothyMoon BRONZE, Norfolk, Nebraska
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I wake up, a mess,
Immediate stress.
I have a long to-do list,
Filled with due dates,
Can’t afford to be late.
This shouldn’t be me,
No longer free,
I’ve fallen so hard,
As if I were a voiceless bard.
I no longer have use,
My emotions are loose.
I sob and I scream,
And hide it all behind memes.
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.

The author's comments:

This writing describes the constant levels of expectations and pressures of excellence, and the loss of personal identity brought on by such forces.

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