Hidden Secret
She likes to laugh and then she likes to learn
tho' her loving heart doth willfully yearn.
At certain times during hard days like these
she patiently tries so hard to appease
her caring parents lay down a strict rule
she tends to struggle when dealing with school.
The stress is building, for it's faced each day
as time quickly, silently slips away.
The many oppressive worries of life
for they consistently cause such great strife
deeper, deeper struggling not to fall
for lots of teenage drama she does haul.
Sleep will not come, she lays awake
the comfort of sweet dreams she cannot fake.
The day was busy her body tired
she needed sleep yet her brain was wired.
She worked much to hard and studied till late
the morning sun shines brightly, she's irrate.
She so desperately feels the lack of sleep,
and quite frankly she just wishes to weep.
Her hands tremble, she's on the verge of tears
the day anew, is time for greater fears.
Not enough hours she only has few
for every assignment soon to be due.
One must be enduring and cant lose hope
in this life she will be able to cope.
A smile she does bear with curly blonde hair
her thoughts are secret and she cannot share.
In every a class sitting calm and shy
her pale freckled face hides the shielded lie.
To look at her face who would ever guess
she is weighed down and tired from such stress.
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