I am a mess.
Full of self doubt and stress.
"You are so smart,
Relax, decompress!"
Doing well now,
But I cannot slow down.
Now if I slack,
I might not get back...
"Keep up the good work,"
I scoff and I smirk.
I had other plans not
As if I could shirk.
There's work to be done,
Becoming someone...
So much could go wrong;
The weight piles on.
I need your advice,
Like I need head-lice.
If you could shut up,
That would be very nice.
I don't mean to bark,
Personality dark...
Much more I could bite,
Don't think I'm alright.
Here comes the break,
Some sleep, and some cake.
Take a deep breath;
There are choices to make.
The path is unclear;
Panic is near.
What should I do?
Should I start anew?
Breathe.
But even when I cannot see,
I have to make the choice to be.
It doesn't matter what I choose,
Because, who I am, I cannot lose.
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
