I Am...

I am petrified and anxious
I wonder if there is a god, how they could be so cruel
I hear the echoing of my rapid heart like the sea pounding against my ear
I see the good in people even if it isn’t there
I want to feel at peace but am scared of what will happen when I do
I am petrified and anxious
I pretend that I can handle everything even with shaking hands
I feel like deadlines are monsters in the dark waiting for me
I touch the light hoping it’ll make me better
I worry that I won’t make it and even if I do, it’ll be on my hands and knees
I cry at the little things that matter only to me because I’m the only one who knows
I am petrified and anxious 
I understand that no one is free of life’s problems even if it seems they are
I say that we should take it one day at a time
I dream about life after school aka “the real world”
I try to keep up but I don’t know how much longer I can
I hope that the promises are true
I am petrified and anxious.
This poem is about: 
Our world


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