I can't seem to make the time
to sit and write, to relax and play
I'm overwhelmed by the pressure
of school and grades and friends
the silly little quirks of high school.
I shouldn't be writing this
I should be working
but what am I to do when
I'm swamped and tired
I'm bent over from the weight
of a thousand expectations
that I can't live up to.
My friends don't act like friends
not noticing when I'm annoyed
They tell me that I'm not observant
but they don't see what I'm thinking.
I'm always the one to give them a pep talk
when times are rough and As turn to Bs
who know high schoolgirls could be so OCD?
Relationship problems and drama at every turn
I'm not qualified to give advice.
I'm hopelessly out of my comfort zone
never to return to the blissful carelessness
of childhood and irresponsibility.
I live day by day
trying to keep those dark thoughts off my mind
Don't think about death or what you'll do tomorrow.
Live today-easier said than done.
I am stressed and depressed
relief seems in sight but it always eludes
giving way to some new task to succeed at
What's a girl to do?
My writing suffers because all of my mind
is occupied by the thoughts of my life
but shouldn't writing be an escape?
Something I can turn to when I feel down?
So why can I only write about my own silly problems?
I need to shake myself out of this self-induced writer's block.