Stress & Mess

I don’t even know what’s going on with me anymore
Everyday I wake up stressed out and sore
I go to school to deal with people
Stuck up, young, old, and feeble
I deal with attitudes, with anger, with rage
Every single day I tiredly flip the page
I know that my book can’t hardly be finished
I want a new chapter, that’s all that I wish
I wish to get away from the haters, the jerks.
From the people who think they’re better than you when really
They are on the exact same level.
I want to get away from the people who use “i love you” loosely
They want me for what I can give them
Answers.
Tutoring.
Assignments.
Help.
They don’t want me for me.
I am tired of it.
Tired of waiting for someone to come around that actually cares about what I can do
Who I am.
What I want to be.
What I will become.
I am waiting for a person at my school to finally realize
That if they are going to change a lightbulb they have to turn their hand
because the world doesn’t revolve around them.
I want people to stop talking about me when all I do is put on a brave face and power through
I want friends that are real friends
Guys that can make me laugh until it hurts to breathe
I want to be happy.
And as soon as I write these essays, dot my i’s, cross my t’s..
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.