Senior Year:
Last year of my teenage years
The year where I have to shape up
The year where I have to know what I want to do for the rest of my life
According to society
This year is filled with uncertainty
Truthfully I do not know what I want to do for the rest of my life
I barley know what I want to do tomorrow
I'm scared about what the future brings
I'm scared that I won't know what I want to do in time
I'm scared that I won't be able to adult
I'm scared that all the people I have meet won't be in my life after this year
But most of all I'm afraid to grow up
Being a senior just reminds me of when I was young
How I had no care in the world
It frightens me
Yet I'm so what excited
I get out of the prison we call school
Away from fake people
I'm frighten and excited
And I choose to spend this last year exploring and enjoying it
YOU ARE READING
Little Writings
PoetrySometimes when I just need to write. I write these little paragraphs about people in my life or how I feel. I decided to put some of these on here just for the hell of it, I guess. Some of these are personal and I hope you guys enjoy it.
