There are times when I get so anxious
Finals, speeches, manifestos, confessions
Those times when I don’t know it anymore
Goals and purposes, why’s and how’s
I don’t know myself anymore
I become meaner, inconsiderate
Opposites of who am I really
But boy, I’m glad
I know poetry, my escape
Words sure can’t describe my true feelings
But somehow it soothe to know that
At least when I don’t know anything
At least if I lose myself in the seas of emotion
Words can help me find my way back
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
There are times when I get so anxious
Finals, speeches, manifestos, confessions
Those times when I don’t know it anymore
Goals and purposes, why’s and how’s
I don’t know myself anymore
I become meaner, inconsiderate
Opposites of who am I really
But boy, I’m glad
I know poetry, my escape
Words sure can’t describe my true feelings
But somehow it soothe to know that
At least when I don’t know anything
At least if I lose myself in the seas of emotion
Words can help me find my way back
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