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The Resting Bed
Jumping right into bed
Falling deep into my mind
Thoughts come rushing in
How did I mess up today?
How will I mess up tomorrow?
Did my jokes make anyone laugh?
Was I just annoying?
To feel warmth, I cover myself in a blanket
The pressure given reminds me of,
The pressure to be the perfect student:
Get the best grades,
Be at the top,
Never fall short,
Always have my work done,
Never fail a test
The perfect son:
Always do what I'm told,
Never be lazy,
Always be happy
The perfect person:
Always give what I can,
Never be selfish,
Put everyone before me
Fearing everyday
That I won’t meet the standard
I’ll only end up disappointing.
Start to listen to music
Listening to the comforting words of my favorite artist
From one of my favorite songs, Man on the Moon
Hearing the soothing sounds of the instruments,
With the amazing vocals
Bringing peace of mind
Where does it end
As the night goes on, there is no telling
Alone with my thoughts can be dangerous
Finally able to sleep
Dreaming of a good future,
Where I have made everyone happy,
With my own goals accomplished.
Waking up, forced to go back to the norm
Back to the regular world
Reaching the end to get back to the void
Something about me is that I have a lot of self-doubt and I fear I will never reach expectations set for me. That I will always fall short which is what this poem is about. How I end my day questioning my day and letting my anxieties and fears take control of me. It is not a good thing to do in the slightest, but this was my first attempt at making a poem related to my feelings.