I shouldn’t show it
I shouldn’t feel it
I shouldn’t let it become me
But I do
And when I do
I feel like I can’t find myself
Swirling down in the sea
Because my grades are what is controlling me
When I draw the curtain shoving it behind,
The pressure builds up
Exploding at the edges
Until the stress takes what is left of me
I have to be real to myself
In order to survive mentally
I try to succeed
But my standards steer me awry
Until I lose sight of the goal in mind
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I really like your use of sound in this poem. The repetition of words like "me" and "should" and occasional rhyming within your stanzas really gives it a nice touch. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThis poem conveys the stress that we feel as high schoolers. I also feel like grades are controlling me. I like your use of imagery when you wrote about shoving the stress behind a curtain only for it to explode back out.
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