Burden
Too much crushing inwards
Screams are moving outwards
Focus is gone
Reserves are done
Clenching fists
Stomach twists
Run
Hide
Breathe
Regrets flood
Pounding thud
Focus is back
Control I lack
I am over it
Over my little fit
About the Contributor
Reilly Card, Writer/Contributor
This is Reilly's third year writing for Spectrum and is an editor. She is a Senior. She loves writing creative pieces for the newspaper. She would love...
