paper chains
bogged down with a topless stack of papers assignments I rarely can find time to be me. I cant get through the endless papers essays when I finish one 20 more are added I am in the circus the school circus I'm the juggling act with my future on the line they are throwing more chainsaws bowling pins for me to juggle if I drop one everyone freaks out and puts me on the spotlight yells at me mentally and some times actually. I get punished as well I loose some of that "trust"that I have tried so hard to build so that when I am free I cant do what I want to for as long as I can and each time I mess up the leash gets shorter. I just want to be left alone to be me and not you or a curriculum kid. I want to be free no parer chains binding me and not to be graded on every single thing I do so please stop the flow turn the water off I'm drowning in the stress of all the things around me.
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