Routine

When I wake up I feel a collage of emotions.

Tired, angry, optimistic.

The sound of my alarm stabs into the quiet morning air,

My sanctuary is ruined, but at a good price,

A new day awaits me.

At school I sit in the classroom,

And watch the clock tick, each

Second slower than the last, until

It reaches the point where time stops all together.

When the bell rings I feel relieved.

I make my way to practice where I can temporarily

Relieve myself from the pressures of school,

And hide from expectations and society.

When I finally make it home,

I feel tired enough to fall asleep,

But know I have hours of homework waiting for me.

These are the nights when I question what it all is worth.