Anti-Social/Anxiety
Poetry that will remind you it can't get any worse.
By Angela Robleh-SkolosPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read

When there is no where to go but up
Secretly sweating from my palms on the thought of starting college. The empty stomached feeling I get in a busy subway line. The most fear of all is the expectations to stand in front of a large crowd and preform to the highest of standards. What is life, when you're constantly being stopped by your own emotions. Failure is a curse upon mankind and somehow failure is walking straight towards me on any given day. Just when I feel its time to give up, it never goes as planned. Hitting the bottom means there is no where else to go except up, and the rainy days begin to brighten.



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