“I will be the best”
she tells everyone
But is it true?
Like a broken record
Her anxious response
“You’ll never be that good”
She lives with the darkness
In her very own head
“You’ll never be good enough”
“You’ll never succeed”
“You have to work for what you want”
Her mother always says
But like a broken record
The darkness returns
Until the day
She finally succeeds
The darkness will continue lurking
Life will NEVER be kind
And the anxiety in her head
Are broken records
That will never be fixed
Gorzycki Middle school
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