well isn't it a little disheartening when
everything crashes down and then
you're told to suck it up, stick it out
when you can't figure what it's about

& you're forced to walk the long halls
dragging your feet as your heart falls
with the laughter and the pitied smile
when you want to cry, all the while

taking it in and pushing it down
until you can longer hold up that frown
until those laugh lines begin to shallow
deep inside you can feel the hollow

but you still get up and leave your bed
when all you want is to somehow be dead;
the stress, the pain, the dull ache
the life of little miss can-never-catch-a-break.