I’m tense, breath quickening,
Eyes wide, plot thickening,
Only one word can describe this feeling: panic.
Too many things to do with only 24 hours in a day,
But my teachers won’t have it any other way,
The heavy cloud hanging over my head that resembles all that’s due tomorrow.
Agitated, short-temper, tears threaten to leak,
I’ve got to work on my patience during the school week,
No way I can be happy AND smart.
An invisible hand squeezing my heart until I can’t breathe,
Stomach so tight I start to heave,
Stress is no acute feeling.
One more hour until the clock strikes twelve,
Not close to being finished but not feeling too well,
Do I dare compromise my health for an essay?