Stress

I wake up late, I look like shit
I try to hurry but my sister's throwing a fit
Finally I leave and I'm in a bad mood
Unfortunately my friend is too
So I'm mad at her and she's mad at me
We barely make the bus and I have to pee
People keep asking me whats wrong
I just tell them the story's long
But really I just don't want to talk
They know I'm lying and eye my like a hawk
First thing I do when I get to school is fail a test
Then I get to watch some girl hug my ex
The stress is building up behind my eys
I want to crawl up some where and die
When I get home I just need to rest
Because the pain moved down to my chest
But then my mom gets home and yells at me
Why won't the world just let me be
At the end of the day I'm ready for bed
For sleep to come and the stress to be shed


This day actuelly happened this summer during summer school. I was so frustrated that day that I came home and wrote a poem about it. This also I think one of my longer poems, the only one that might be longer is "Chris", a poem about a different ex. I think I did pretty well with this one because I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who can relate.