Anthem For Doomed Youth (Not an English Assignment)

I have Mr. Walpole again this year, for my junior year. This AICE class requires us to cover and memorize depressing poetry. There’s one particular poem that I have taken no liking to, but I love the title. Why do I adore it so much? Perhaps because its relevant to my life right now.

This is my anthem.

I’m having my anxiety attacks again. I’m going back to that dark depressed hole where I rest in, crying. I haven’t actually let the tears flow though. Not yet. That’s how I know I’m doomed. That I will forever be this person that allows reality to smack her in the face and bring her down fifty feet. I don’t have much time to write. I’ll continue another time.