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"I’m Stressed" by DeAsia McCorvey


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 


I would have never predicted how stressed a worried I’d be


I would have never predicted how taut I’d be emotionally 


I do predict that college isn’t going to be the funniest years


I predict that this will be one of the most grueling years of my life and I won’t enjoy the years


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