Carried

A student on the outside

Or so I may look

But little does one know

The things that I carry.

Among my back is a pack of papers and books

And is a lot heavier than it looks.

Along with this I carry a bag,

Which is filled with running clothes

For practice right after a long day of school,

Some cough drops and earplugs as well.

In my bag is a lunch full of food

For my hunger I carry throughout the day

I also carry the tiredness of 4 hours of sleep

And feel the emptiness of a room I once shared.

My sister, gone and off to college,

Knows not of how I’m failing math.

My mom, on the other hand, thinks I carry

Laziness and therefore am failing math.

Of the many things I carry,

On the inside and out,

I hope one day to lighten my load,

But not too much as to where I loose myself.