The stress and pressure have just set in,
School starts tomorrow and where do I begin,
I will go to the school board and see what I can find,
Hopefully by the end of the day, I won't lose my mind,
Why is it I have to right poems about my feelings,
When it comes to my memories, I write it like it is,
I know this sounds so boring and stupid,
I have such a routine with everyhting I do,
Now I feel all very frustrated and confused,
I make sure everything is in order,
I have to for my daughter,
This may not sound like a big deal,
This is how I live, this is how I heal,