Negative Poem

Late at night and deep into my thoughts

Wrestling with all of the emotions I got

It’s coming all too quickly; and I am scared

Unprepared.

For the life I have ahead

I wrestle with these thoughts as I lay in bed-

What will happen?

And

How will I get there?

Are all questions that are rhetorical; even though life may not be fair. 

Everyone has a purpose- But what is mine?

If I said I have no doubts about my future- I would be lying

The pressure is building up inside; I am surprised I haven't exploded

I am like the worst employee at the restaurant. 

Demoted…

I hope I find my way when opportunities come

I am more of a half glass full kind of girl anyways- 

No more of this negative poem.