Under Pressure
I started college
With very little knowledge
Of my major,
It made me feel like a failure.
I pictured my life,
It was a miserable sight.
I had to decide
Between me and my pride.
I chose myself,
And overlooked everyone else.
It helped me prevail,
This time I won’t fail.
Don’t choose a degree
Based on the money.
Do something you love,
It determines who you become.
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