Anxious

With you there is always a hidden cost
With you I never know what to expect
You act so sweet yet you’re so sly
It seems you just things fly on by
Really, I can’t stand you
But deal with you I must
I need help in a bad situation
And flying away is the cost
Uttermost pride
Vengeful delights
I really need to know
Where I have to go
I see a way to get through to the light
Yet my anxiety takes its flight
So much potential and so many talents
Yet major setbacks hit so hard
I am the pauper needing to be in school
Yet not able to attain my goals
At this time in my 25 years of life

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