Schoolwork
by me(whatever)
'Schoolwork'
The word presses at membranes of my broken heart.
A whole lot of good it's doing me.
I struggle to struggle against it,
My soul with the true logic,
"I don't need it."
And I watch the people shuffle around,
Their lives no more than a few letters.
I resist,
an argument against myself.
"I don't want it."
But something inside me,
is scared of rebelling.
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