i cannot get these feelings of preoccupation out of my head
i’m sitting here trying to study but want to write poetry instead
there’s an undiagnosed something within the system i suppose
final grades are fluctuating ; assignments are accumulating,
yet mentally i’m focused on prose
from psycho education to services
to psychologists renowned
I am so sadly uninspired by this department and this major to which i’m bound
all that I currently dream of is a pen and college ruled lines
rap in the back and endless time
psychology, you are a major
but poetry, you are mine
