Schedule of My Life
My parents
Make neat assignments for me
Set alarms for every period
Give me designated eating times
Sleeping times
Breathing times
Organize color coded schedules
With prim and proper
Digital lines
That dictate
How I spend my time
So, why do I feel like
Someone took a crayon
And scribbled across every little
Box
Holding my life
Together?
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