Pounding heart and sweaty palms,
I don't know what to do,
Paralyzed by stress and fear,
Happiness fading from view.

I'm in a race against myself,
I'm not sure if I'll win,
The finish line feels so far away,
What if I just gave in?

I'm not sure if I've hit rock bottom
Or if things could still get worse,
I'm always tired and always sad,
My head hurts.

People always tell me
How lucky I am—"so blessed,"
They don't know as much as they think,
I'll probably die young from stress.

Tests and classes,
Part-Time jobs and college debt,
I just want to sleep for the rest of time,
But my life's not over yet.

It's finals week and so I wrote a poem about how I feel. Of course it had to rhyme so I couldn't throw in everything that finals makes me feel, but this poem gives a pretty good idea, I think.