Progress

How do I know I'm making progress

How do I know that if I start it will work

I can't keep going without knowing

I guess I'm still waiting

I can't take the anticipation

It's like being better is my only obligation

But I'm aggarvated and never motivated

I all my friends will be graduateing

While im stimulated and over stating that i just wanna get sadated

But I'm segregated and my brain ain't situated

whil'e I'm trying to be sofisticated

I'm not liberated I'm just nauseated

Maybe I need more medication

Invididuallity and the school lights give me head aches

I need to get better whatever it takes No matter the steaks

Maybe i won't feel compelled to hit the breaks