I need to break,

Put a smile on my face that no one

could tell was fake.

I tell everyone to be strong, head up, shake it off.

So that's what I try to do

almost everyday. 

Six in the morning, alarm blaring

pounding in my skull, I can't think.

I blink, over and over dased and confused.

Moaning, groaning

why is it so early?

I realize I am my homework papers

all scattered around, a mess.

Be strong, head up, shake it off

repeating in my brain like a skipping disc.

I feel myself breaking, my face is hot

and I have an unusual choking feeling

in the back of my throat.

Next thing I know,

I am breaking.

My hot face is now overflowing with tears

rushing out of my stinging eyes,

like a waterfall would.

After this two minute madness,

the overwhelming feeling of relief

rushes through my body.

relief, not sadness.

I know I'm okay.

I realize something,

that I turn into the advice I always gave people.

Be strong, head up, shake it off.