It was a Friday morning,
Or maybe it was Monday?
It is hard to keep track.
I wake up to the chatter of voices
Bustling about the corridors,
Going about their routine.
Just another day.
At least I tell myself so.
Deep inside my brain,
Cerebrum’s having a party.
A million thoughts abuzz,
Floating around in a daze.
Whispers of distress,
A sliver of happiness,
Little streaks of anger,
Shrouded in self-loathing.
The day goes by in a haze,
One class after the other,
One thought after the other,
Joining in on the clamour.
I find myself back in my room,
And trudge down to the shower,
Hoping that H2O,
Will cleanse all the clutter.
As I settle in for the night,
Praying that the battle is over,
A glimmer of hope survives,
That tomorrow shall be better.
I wake up to the same chatter,
Drowning the horrors of my nightmare,
Calm down, I tell myself.
It’s just another day.
– Shreyaa R