Down but not Out

I am a poet but what am I now?

A poet who has his head down.

It's been 3 months since I've started here.

I've lost my way and enveloped by fear.

Looking for a way out, it's not easy.

Even though it's spring. Its quite breezy.

I feel as if I am all over the place.

Days goes by and I am still making mistakes.

Feeling sad and failing my classes.

All these problems come at me in masses.

Losing faith in myself, nothing makes any sense.

I've failed this time, but I will do my work again.

Depression allows my thought to be misleading.

The problem lies within me.

The gates of hell try to pull me in.

I have come so far, I can't let the devil win.

There is good inside me, I know it is there.

Putting the doubts in a bag and let it float through the air.

I count my blessings and doing what I can.

I am not a little boy anymore, I stand now as a man.

Even if people think otherwise.

I am glad that I am alive.