By Usui B
Don’t you just feel like the day goes by fast,
Faster than you could ever imagine in a certain way,
People don’t understand what I mean when I say I want to sleep but I can’t.
It’s hard to be doing so much today but not feeling like you did anything to display,
When the sky turns dark and all you can see are clouds of gray,
This is when I feel okay,
I feel okay now that I can play,
I can stay away in my room as if nothing happened today,
I might feel sleepy but that’s nothing astray,
I check the clock on my phone and see its already Tuesday,
I have to force myself just to sleep even though I delay,
Eventually, I slowly decay,
I decay as if I was clay,
Slowly drying out on a tray,
At the end of the day, it just repeats like I’m some kind of prey.