Lost
In elementary school I had so many friends.
Nobody cared what you looked like
or the clothes you wore.
But now that I'm older and high school is here,
there's judgement all around.
I used to be so confident,
and I thought that would always be true.
But now I'm not so sure;
anxiety has taken over me.
I used to be like a tree,
firm in where I stand.
Now I'm like a dandelion,
drifting in the wind.
Now I'm lost.
Parts of me are everywhere.
I've lost my sense of direction.
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