Pressure

Hours by hours, days by days, exams by exams,

Every move feels harder and heavier. 

Can't figure out what Is it? 

Stress, anxiousness; it's just getting messier. 

Whom do I talk to it about? 

My parents - who wants me to score the best? 

Or my friends - whom I don't want to bother, 

Or the people - who find my worries waste? 

It's hard to wake up the next day

And do the same, monotonous thing. 

Nowhere to go, no one to see, 

Same place, same books, it sting(s). 

The only way I move on is 

Watch something more dramatic to recover. 

It makes me feel just better. 

And many more feelings to discover...

What to do? Where to go? 

Decide my books.

The skin gain fats,

But can't care about my looks. 

Does the world know only three words? 

"Chill, it's fine". 

This does not make me any better. 

Please just listen to me and let me whine.