Another Day...

Sometimes a break is what you need.
Sometimes taking a day to just be is best.
Sometimes writing isn't just some test.
Of skill. Of what you achieve.

Instead it's a barrier you cross.
A border you get through.
Not just a crumpled up paper you toss.
A draft you just delete,
After it's "complete."

School is stressful.
Expectations are just standards that make you depressed.
And then people wonder why you fail a test.
It's not just about the grades you did or didn't get.
It's so much more.
A hope broken.
A hunger passed.
A longing that is no longer steadfast.

Maybe it's best.
To just forget it all in the past.
To wake up without any recollection.
To have it all just be lost in memory.
But then it wouldn't be called life, would it?
It would just be a game you could restart if you wanted.
To just erase the page and start over.

Maybe that's what everyone wants at least once in their life.
Maybe even after every stupid step too.
After ever decision you have to rifle through.
Every stride you must take.
And especially the ones you make by mistake.
Just icing on the cake.
Of all these headaches.
Called life.
Called college.
Called adulting.
I swear by the end I'll bake.
But that is the risk I'm willing to take.
Just to try to survive,
and not get my dreams squished like a pancake.

So it's a difficult choice.
Pretending like you have poise.
But no one should give up.
Or just be done.
Because life may be crap.
But ain't no one should give one.