Confusion of a teenagers mind

No, I don’t know

I don’t know if I did “good” on the test.

I don’t know if the teacher liked my essay.

I don’t know what my grades are.

I don’t know why I’m sad all the time.

I don’t know why I get sick and stressed all the time.

I don’t know why I get dizzy.

I don’t know what hobbies I want to pursue.

I don’t know what I want to eat for dinner.

I don’t know what I want to do in the future.

I don’t know what colleges I like or what majors I’m interested.

I don’t know why I’m losing friends

Or why I just don’t want to get out of bed in the morning.

I don’t know why I just can’t keep my room clean.

I don’t know why I shake all the time.

I don’t know why I want to just write and listen to music.

I don’t know why I’m frantic and picky about every little thing.

I don’t know why I just can’t sleep.

I don’t know why I’m always in a bad mood.

I don’t know what I want to do at all anymore.

I feel like I’m trapped underwater,

8 feet down and chained to the bottom.

I’m slowly being strangled with little to no breath left.

I just don’t know.

All I know is that I just don’t know.

And that is all that I know.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

proudtoloveher

I absolutely agree- this poem embodies everything that is school; I love it! :)

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