Winter has me stressing,
At all time’s life’s depressing.
I find myself doing nothing but resting,
It completely stops me from expressing.
I feel life is always dark and scary sad,
I never hit my mark and I am always mad.
That’s when I lose hope for becoming a high school grad,
The times I disappoint my mom and dad.
I never find any type of motivation,
Nothing in life ever giving me any type of inspiration.
Can’t remember the last time I met anyone else’s expectations,
I need to flip my life and give some dedication.
The idea of a better life takes no persuasion,
but I’m sorry I am a screw up who can’t solve a math equation.
I am sorry that is such a huge devastation,
And that devastation is what causes my personal isolation.
I am never going to be that kid who gets a standing ovation,
but I’m not just a screw up, you must be mistaken.
I guess you can see how I feel about the season of winter,
Everyday adds another scar, or blister.
Teacher’s look at me like I’m just another quitter,
And that’s because the world wants to see you fail, timber…