Honey, You’re Home

 
Large beads of sweat build up on my brow
The pressure builds headaches my brain won’t allow

I am sweaty and hot beginning to shake
My hands are trembling, I feel like a flake

My eyes glaze over, rolling upside my head
The pain is audible, I wish I was dead

And just as it feels I may lapse in a coma
I fixate my thoughts on my wall mounted diploma

But it’s no use, I am beaten down further
I’m in need of god or a fairy godmother
 
It’s now just babble, now just squawking
You’ve been home for two hours, could you please stop talking