Of an Under Paid Stranger

Hours, time, thought, my mind poured out
Spilled into an oozing mess across the page
It feels like watching that one scary movie
You swore you'd never see again
You already have a good insight of what's to come
But you know you'll be taken there anyway
A place so nerve wreaking it rattles the brain
It's what I feel as it gets closer to time
To lick that one dreaded yet hopeful stamp
March my perplexed behind down six flights
Visit the off-campus, out-going box and wait
For my chance of retreat to disappear
In the unknowing hands of an under-paid stranger