expectations rising
and so is the water
no matter how fast I run
I keep falling farther
everything crashes
anxiety over my alma mater
all these panic attacks
don't get me started
I remember that night
when a college decision
left me shattered
I walked around
like it even mattered
first panic attack in my life
a few times I've been questioning life
mom prepared me for rejection
so I know what its like
nevertheless
that night I lost my passion
all my doubt gaining traction
maybe I'll be stuck here
finances holding me back
from my endeavors
it feels like everyone lied
when they said I had potential
if I had potential
why the hell ain't this easier?
if I had potential
why can't I wake up
feeling content
with where I am
and where I'm doing?
if I had potential
why the hell
does it feel as if
I work twice as hard
to get half as far?
I shouldn't constantly
live in fear of staying in poverty
I can get out
I know I can
but that reassurance isn't always there
and it can't always stop me from crashing.
