adventures in misfortune.

𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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overworked hands do madly shake,

 head and body seem to everlastingly ache.

 why do others think fulfilling their empty advice is a piece of cake --

 and what good in this world does anxiety make?

 misgiving unease chokes down the ability to breathe,

 as if an invisible force holds and drowns me underneath,

 my exhausted lungs can't do anything but helplessly seethe --

 at the confusing changes between the cold and heat.

 I fidget,  I turn,

 to try and find what makes my chest burn.

 but there truly is nothing,  I soon learn --

 and my stomach gives an apprehensive churn.

 chills run down my spine,

 insanity crosses the carefully drawn line;

 I think every fault under the sky is mine --

 for guilt isn't all too kind.

 I don't know why I don't know how I don't know why:

 my eyes have long been begging me to cry --

 but I can't, I can't,  I CAN'T,

 even if all I do is try,  try,  try.

 failure to achieve breeds incompetency,

 and it's uncertain when the disquiet would leave me --

 for the future is forever unseen;

 though of that fact I am not too keen.

 lost in a daze,

 my focus is all over the place.

 but at this rate; if this is the case --

 what accomplishments would I ever ace?