Reasons To Rise

I slumber on and without aid

Some say I'd sleep for 40 days

(That's my mother's exaggeration)

I snore and snooze peacefully

With no care, at complete ease

 Til harrassed by Sound and Vibration

Atop my bed I writhe and groan

And kill the source (which is my phone)

 Spared to relax for 15 minutes

Curse my past self, my lack of sleep

I rage, despair and softly weep

Never read before bed, I should quit it

I wonder if school's worth all this

I dress, and fondly reminisce 

On an adolescent's torture room

Schoolyard drama, work, and ennui 

Irksome people, lunch too gooey

Why should I submit to this gloom

But then there's my friends and teachers

Family cheering on bleachers

A distant stage, handing me a plaque

I know, my work won't be for naught

After all this struggle, fights fought,

I hate waking up, cut me some slack