This time it all seems very hard.
This time I’m scared, for things the future in stores.
This time though I’m given hope, it all seems a distant dream.
This time, I’m pushing myself way too hard,
To answer the questions which my mind seeks.
This time self- doubt is where I reach,
Every time a hurdle blocks me,
This time, in phases,
I’m acting too pessimistic,
A part may/ may not be of me.
This timeI do not know,
If I wish to pause or really (ahead) go?
This time I wish to cry,
For no one but my ‘self’ , a sigh.
This time, I’m acting so weak,
Those ready to give me strength, which I perhaps seek.
This time the end seems far,
I continue to walk, a taste bitter and sour.
This time, my emotions pull me down,
No matter how I try to recoup,
They laugh at me like a clown,
This time, I wish to fight all odds,
Give me a magic wand, to make this all stop!
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