a different class

it's only been a week
but it feels like a truck
ran over me
it's only been five days
and i'm already questioning all my
all the people i thought
i knew so well.
sometimes i start to think
that i have made the wrong choices,
proving people wrong
has been the hardest task
i have ever accomplished.

i feel like i have no willpower
i wish this feeling stays
people like me better
when i shut up

i am tired all the time.
i see no beauty in no eyes.
there is no spark. just light,
buses trains and heat.
i can't get out.