Inside My Head, Sydia Smith [recommended reading txt] 📗
- Author: Sydia Smith
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The SOUND of pressure on my mind
Makes my stomach feels butterflies
The TATSE of disappointment in my mouth
Makes my whole world seems like It’s going south
The RESTLESS days that is here
Makes me feel unprepared
The EXCITEMENT my heart feels
Makes my body want to heal
The SCAREDNESS of my soul
Makes me want to forever hold onto
The SANTUARY called my room
This stress will go away soon
By: Sydia Smith
Synopsis: This poem is about the last quarter of my senior year. The sound that was on my mind was all of the negativity given to me about me not graduating. Nobody saw this day at all besides me. My mother never had faith in me and my stomach felt butterflies because I started to listen. I got sucked into the snide comments and opinions. The taste of disappointment came from my mother. She didn’t believe I was graduating. She compared me to my brother and she was just being mean and I didn’t want to be around her at all. The restless days came from final week. I wanted to pass English so bad that I study and did all of the work. I knew that this yearlong study was due and I didn’t have an author to do the week it was due so I had a lot of work to do. The last three days I bust my ass and wrote the paper. I turned it in on time as well. That was three restless night on my computer researching and typing. The excitement came when final week was over. I felt confident in myself and the answer I put down and I found out that I passed all of my classes and was indeed graduating. I began to become scared of my future. I wanted to do better and next couple of months I will be graduating. Every time I get scared angry or feelings of hopelessness I go into the only place I can sit down do anything, say anything, be anything I wanted which is my room. The first word of every capital letter spells stress. And those word fit best on what I felt when I am stress and how I felt during the last quarter of high school.
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