Oh, 2022.
You blew.
The never-ending anxiety,
that springs from society.
Attending college
to get more knowledge.
Starting a family maybe,
but I don't want a baby.
But now, I am stressed.
Compressed.
I feel like my stomach isn't small,
my confidence isn't tall.
That shooting pain in my wrist,
it makes me want to make a fist.
Craving the comfort bubble of my boyfriend,
letting my feelings ascend.
The never ending stress of school that I wish would end,
2023 please don't let this extend.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
