Seventeen
Is it truly possible
To feel old, torn, and worn out
At the age of 17?
Feeling as if life is an ocean
And you’re swimming, trying desperately.
Trying to keep your head above the water
With anxiety and stress suffocating
Your whole being.
Institutions with the sole purpose of
producing efficient and obedient robots.
To carry out the duties of the successors.
The educational systems that facilitate the
nuts and bolts to allow students to operate.
To function correctly in society.
It’s impossible to be different.
At 17, why do I feel overwhelmed?
I look in the mirror and I cannot recognize the
reflection staring back at me
All I see is a cold stranger
With swollen red eyes
Possibly from crying every night
So much to prove
The pressure builds up
One mistake and it all spirals down
Being an overachiever
Is not what one asks to be
Everyday feels like an organized hell
With everything done to a precision
You can’t turn back now
Because at 17, you have the mentality
Of an 80 year old
Physically young but
Mentally drained
I want it to end
The sufferings, and pain
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