Do all high schoolers go home
And cry themselves to sleep
Before realizing
That they still have homework

Is it normal
To do more homework, extra curricular
    activities, and clubs
Then have a social life
And care for the people you love

Is it ok
To develop higher anxiety levels
Because your expectations are set too high
And you have to be in the top 10% at least

Is it all right
To have a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Because you don't want people to know how
     hurt you are
Or how tired and achy your body is

And I bet it's fine
To not have any breaks
Unless you procrastinate that huge project
     worth 40% of your grade
Or the mountains of homework inscripted in
     your soul

And I guess it perfectly ordinary
To not feel like you can go to anyone
Because after saying it's ok and that they will
     always be there for you
They will explain how much more they want
     out of you

Or am I the exception
The exception to the happy, normal life
Where everyone gets sleep and is joyful
Where people have time and friends instead
     of homework and stress

I'm so tired of this exception to the good life

I am tired of permanently loving temporary men.

∑  nPk,   ∝ ≫ x! π f (x) ∞ x ≡ φ 3√a N(μ,σ2) <:)


In English:
The sum of the probabilities that your poem will trend is proportional, but greater than the factorial of the constant pi, when the function of x is leminscate (infinity), and when the value of the x variable is identical to the golden ratio constant, or when the cubed root of the normal distribution of love.

Finally,
finally
finds
you well.

It is the word you supply,
when asked
100 times a day

How are you?

How ya doing?

Answer:

Well,
I am well.

for my life, my poetry,
me, all of us,
are trending,
now that I have found,
found and solved,
the formula for
my-piece of the
Normal Distribution
of love