Graduating into a new atmosphere of success, we’ve trained our minds to evaluate past the glass ceiling.

How do you expect me to accept less than what I’ve worked for?

Please! give me a reason to hold on to false hope and promises when I’ve worked tirelessly to enjoy the fruits of labor that was dumped on me to do.

Pushing forward for a brighter morning, for a slower Sunday, for a sweeter kiss on my cheek once I turn my key in the door.

This exhaustion is a threat to my happiness, I slip away into corners of the world where I can be me for just five minutes.

I’m drowning, in this sea of opulence, the pressure of being at the top is sinking in.

Graduating, just graduating into a new atmosphere that I’m tired of chasing.


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