Problems
How can you not see
The lines under my eyes?
Haven’t we earned our grades?
We’ve played along with this silly game
Graphite scratching out curves
To make letters and numbers
I’ve gotten so good at pretending
But you don’t know
About the phone call I got
While doing your assignment
Maybe if you did
You would understand why I can’t pay attention
And you don’t know
How late I was up after I hung up
And you don’t know
That this is my life now
And I can’t escape it
Because the work is suffocating me
And he is hurting me
And the world is falling apart in each of my little tears
Teach me something useful
How can I solve your problems
If I can’t solve my own?
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