today i am tired.

admist the piles of paper, card, pens and textbooks, here i am.
my identity feels erased as my academic life defines me.
every ‘A’ that i miss and every time that i kiss,
seem the only important aspects to me.

where am i, really?
i’ve lost my sense of self, my identity,
beneath the ‘A’ grades, beneath the endless essays and beneath the dark eye bags corrupting my skin,
i’m still here.
though no one seems to notice, not even i

today i am tired.