Study, eat, study, sleep.
Repeat this for weeks.
Stress is at its peak
and the future seems bleak.
giving up is for the weak.
I am willing to dirty my hands
and ditch my plans
to discover the gold
within the depths of your soul.
Somethings are meant to be unsaid.
Just nod and accept their rage.
Don’t you find it strange
that you find a friend within range
to do the same.
“I’m different” or so you claim.
But hold on to your debates against their fury.
When gossips spread, they get nasty
and you will see the last of me.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of being sick and tired of being s ick and ti red of being s ic k and t i red of being s i c k and t i re d of being s i c k and t i r e d
till I fall apart.