Confident but still mad,
walk around thinking.
Always smile but sometimes sad.
Then my hands start shaking.
Stop to think things I could of had,
inside I'm slowly braking.
Never realized I want it that bad.
My goals I'm slowly getting.
Meeting expectations I should have.
Everything I'm no longer regretting.
No longer mad but glad,
hope I find my setting.
A couple things I have to add.
Now I know I wasn't kidding.

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