I always end my poems on good notes
Try to make things seem great they're not though
Life isnt a fairy tale like the tellers told us, 
Overworked all the time, gets harder as you grow and

I had a rock, I had a thing that led me to keep going, 
But erosion, weathering, & then it started snowing 
& now my rock's a little pebble, I hold it in my palm
All these stupid poems sound like lyrcis to a song

My pebble shrunk along with my spirit and now I dont wanna come
My pebble and I are tired of being places we dont belong
My pebble was a rock but the earth lost its momentum
My brain only makes songs, thats how I keep preventing 

A drought, but not the one that happens in the sky
Infact this ones beginning to dry out, in my mind
My rock kept pushing me to learn what they all said, 
But my rocks a little pebble and im laying in my bed 

I get 6 mental health days out of what 360, How fair is that when all you do is push me. 
Its challenging & ik thats how its supposed to be,
But im a kid i feel stuck and i want to be free<br>

Schools really draining and the only thing that helps,
Is writing more on paper because my pebble fell.
The pebble is now gravel, little sediments 
My pebble couldn't handle all the pressure school presents.