Just to tell how I feel about school

I tried and failed to describe it with decent language, so I made a poem of it.

The Ecstasy of Excruciation

Just walked through the rain,

had to get away

But on and on the circle flows,

with no break the exhaustion follows

I stare at the mirror,

it’ll get easier tomorrow

When the dusk darkens to night,

when the dawn breaks to daylight

I’m high in that ecstasy,

feel the excruciation shatter me

Morning after morning I open my eyes,

just to face another fight

I’m not meant to do this,

I will never be ready for it

Absurd is my reality,

trying to defeat gravity

It’s like breathing asphyxiation,

getting high from excruciation

Living in that ecstasy,

where this weariness is keeping me