broken down

so stuck I cant write ...can't even get insight ...on why I can't keep up the fight...or why I never feel right

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every one has there thoughts ...as I feel left out ...stomach in knots ...not even allowed to pout

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I would feel dead...if not for this constant anxiety...just wanna lay forever in bed...don't want to participate in society 

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they see a complete master... I see a total disaster... always feeling the need to run faster 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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