I feel stressed yet blessed, my feelings feel trapped in my chest. My head is feeling like a mess. Am I happy? is this what I feel? A new adventure just awaiting filled with thrill. Or maybe scared is the emotion deep deep deep inside me. What if I mess up? What if I try to hard or what if I end up feeling shy? Will they like me? Will I make a mark that shows I was alive? What will happen if I am rejected? Am I enough? Will they like me? Am I even smart enough that maybe I can pass the test that guards us from success? Then again what if I fail or make a fool of myself? What type of shame would I feel that I would come home just to feel like a disappointment to my parents and myself? Can I even pass grade 10? Another sigh leaves my lips for the billionth time as I try to find a path that will hopefully lead me to pass the test called life...
8/1/18
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PoetryWhatever happens, happens. It all depends on what I want to create. If I am having a bad day don't expect a happy poem...