The morning process

Wake up in the morning feeling depressed and exhausted

Because the other day I just lost it

Mom tries to get me out of bed but I keep screaming to myself "I don't feel well"

My morning process is complete hell

Pull myself out of bed

With a pounding pain in my head

While my mom's yelling "hurry up I'll be late for work"

My depression slows me down as is begins to lurk

My hairs a mess it's hard to brush it

Look in the mirror "ewe I look like shit"

Now mom's saying she'll be late for work on repeat

Well guess I won't have time to get breakfast and eat

My mom was late had to drop me off at my sisters school so now I have to walk to my own

That's where I ran into a tree by looking at my phone

So I sit in the bunker at school

But almost everyone around me seems like a tool

So for a while I have to sit next to the popular kids

And in my head I'm just throwing fits

Find myself thinking " I wanna punch these assholes in the face"

But I can't because it'd be the wrong time at the wrong place

I'm at the verge of crying

They ask me if I'm fine I'll say yes but I'm lying

Why do these people ask if they hate me

Depressions draining me and I feel empty

School starts oh shit

I had homework I don't think I did it

"Please don't let myself break down and cry"

Well hopefully time will pass by

In classes I don't pay attention 'cause I'm writing

But they don't understand they know nothing

I doodle in class

So for teachers I'm just a big pain in the ass

"Oh damn I forgot my lunch money"

Then there's one or two dickheads that'll think it's funny

So I'll wait in the lunch line

While the lady says "bring money next time"

Now later in the day I'll get called short

I'm trying to be nice well mission abort!

Kids will judge me because I'm always silent

But when I do talk they tell me to be quiet

I'll usually bring my writing folder

But these people keep looking over my shoulder

They get worried and offended about what I write

So usually I try to keep my poetry out of sight

Then I'll point out every girl that's prettier than me

Which isn't at all helping my social anxiety

Spend the whole day hating myself

Questioning my mental health

Then later I end up home

Lock myself in my room I'm tired of people I wanna be alone

But my mom keeps giving me chores to do

Every time I finish one I get another oh look that ones new

So then I eat and go to bed

Can't sleep though with the damn voices in my head

Might as well stay on my phone till I pass out

But the voices are starting to scream, insult, and shout

So I find myself waking up to another gruesome nightmare

"Ugh I have to go to school it's just not fair"

R.I.P. to my dignity I'm in mourning

Have to deal with this fucking process every morninf