
Skylar (not her real name)
A young poet from the UK
Stress
Sometimes I would wish that I could just go back in time
A time where things were simple and still.
Where i could just wake up
Every day I could experience a new thrill
A life that didn’t expect so much from me
We were so young, so careless and free
Then high school came aroundI was surrounded by crowds of eager children like myself
Entering with diverse backgrounds
I had found new friends, new passions and excitement
Life was my playground
But as we played the game like a game of chessMarching full speed into a war we call adulthood with lack of awareness
The balled-up stress I gradually gained was masked as a pool of schoolwork
I grabbed the mask and forced it on my face
Shaping it into a smile
I steadied my hands on the railings for support; I thought i was prepared
But the tide was so high, the railings were slippery and thin like a string
Even with all my strength, I couldn’t hold on any longer
I slipped,
I slipped and fell into the pool of despairWith loss of control, I was breathing thick air
Heaving, shouting for someone to help
But they just responded, “that’s life” and didn’t seem to care how I felt
I tripped and stumbled out of the poolI told myself never again
Oh, how i was a fool
For i would slip and fall again and again
Mistake after mistake
I tried so hard to fit in
When I was a teen, I figured the only person who could help me was myselfI kept telling myself that STEM knowledge was the only key to wealth
But that’s what others wanted for me:
“Become a doctor and you will be healthy”
“Become a lawyer and you will stay wealthy”
It was too much for my teenaged mind so i pushed them away
Afraid of what i would see if i continued to play
Slowly giving up during exam season
I had no reason to continue the delusion that I would do stem
I eventually realised that I wanted to pursue what made me feel like meEven though i was afraid that i would be deemed unintelligent
Growth taught me that I should follow my passion
Even when tough
Because when life gets rough,
I want to be doing something that makes me happy
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