I’m stressed The month of May has just begun One thing after the next thing is flung into the mix I don’t have time to dwell, only to progress I have to assess each step The overdramatic feeling of everything being ruined has long passed The next chapter is coming, and coming fast The past feel so far, and the future too near I’m not ready, I fear School hasn’t prepared me well enough to go from teen to young adult in the course of 2 months I feel like a lamb to slaughter, unprepared and unaware The best year has turned into our worst year I’m questioning if where I’m going is right Despite never having doubts before Cold feet, and sweaty palms These qualms are heavier than imagined These qualms make my brain overactive when I’m suppose to be inactive These qualms cause hot flashes of anxiety These qualms make mood shoot south when dwelling too much I would have never predicted how much I would struggle as a senior ...
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