A poem by: LEAH MONTEJANO
Staff Writer
An urgency I have never felt before
The desire to be adored
and a constant need for more more more
Tears have been shed
Days in bed
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll be dead”
Each year passes
Tic Tic Tic
Change approaches quick
But why does my brain still feel sick?
“Maybe it’s a headache”
Or maybe I just need a break.