You tell me
To ask you for help,
But every time I try,
I feel like I'm left on the shelf
To collect dust.
I'd love to work
On it in my free time,
But I've heard I
Have other homework
And I need to eat.
I just panic and
I can't control it.
I'm so behind
No matter how much I climb.
I want to exit into summer,
But I can't.
I'm left behind,
Hiding my crying,
Pretending I'm fine,
Pretending
I'm understanding.
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