Let me wallow in my sorrows,
Let me choke in the anxiety caught in my throat.
Let me be hanged by the hairs torn out of frustration,
Or be drowned in the papers thrown about in exasperation.
For what was meant to expand has exploded.
And I am tired and spent
In my attempts to recover.
bludgeoning the insides of my mind.
What was meant to clarify is full of jargon,
Confusing me only further.
All my ideas are no longer safe,
From the correction of my elders.
Sleepless nights and harried days
Have I spent to achieve perfection.
Oh! The One, ever elusive and enviable
You have me addicted to coffee,
And my backside to a seat in the library.
These subjects beyond my comprehension,
Will I ever grasp them in time?
How will I understand?
I am only just a child.
How you make me wild.