Stress
Experiences I have day in and day out
can be the cause of my stress.
I smile, I worry, I cry no doubt.
My anxiety rises, what a mess.
I take a deep breath knowing my heart will beat a little less.
Friends, classes, grades, a career.
What will be my future route?
Only time will tell, as college life draws near
how far and wide my wings will sprout.
The days of worryng what I will become will no longer be a fear.
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