Another poem from my final project this semester, a rough draft. Criticism needed, please!
"Raise the bar."
It seems pretty high
already,
if you ask me.
Pushing,
sacrificing,
stressing.
For this seemingly
unachievable
Goal.
To be the best.
To succeed, to
conquer,
to be happy.
I don't know if I am.
Missing my friends,
losing sleep,
studying,
working,
planning,
worrying.
What happens when I get there?
Will I be
happy?
