I feel like an old vinyl on repeat. My world stopped moving, though I am still living It's as if I am a copy and paste. I wake up at the same time, Schoolwork still makes me want to lose my mind. I'm on repeat. The words I say, I don’t think. I don’t smile, I just lift my face. In a consent freezing. The countless test, And the lack of sleeping. I am dreading tomorrow, And hating this season. I feel like I am in a loop. The wheels on the race track Keep on spinning. I never won the race, I keep on losing. I'm a broken record, As my teachers say. And I think I finally understand. I’m on a thin strand. My records are fixed now. I think. It started playing the tune again. This time it stopped at the end. I’ll pick out another record to play again Till my record breaks, I listen to this tune till the end.
By me!
