The Stress

Each lesson puts a dense weight on my chest,

And all of the information blurs together in a fuzzy heap.

My brain cannot filter what I do not fully understand.

Each subject is taught back to back,

While I struggle to keep it all striaght.

How does anyone survive with their sanity intact?

Each time I get one thing a more complicated one takes it's place.

The fog that fills my brain needs to be straightened,

But instead they say that we need to test it.

Each standardized test depleats my hope,

That one day there will be no more lessons,

No more weights, 

No more subjects, 

No more fog, 

No more fuzz.

But all I have is time, 

For more.