My mother is right
I'm smart, but lazy.
My future is bright,
But much too hazy.
I don't do work.
I always lie.
I'm worth less
Than two dead flies.
I never meant
To be this way.
Now I'm here,
I have to stay.
Regret it all,
Then hit a wall.
I still have yet
To find my call.
I find myself
Consumed with fear
Because my path
Is so unclear.
I don't know
How I got here,
Surrounded by my
Grown-up peers.
I still possess
A child's mind,
And they expect
I learn in kind.
They say, "Do this!"
I don't know how.
I wish I knew then
What I don't now.
Under pressure,
I'm still cold.
They pack you in,
Until you mold.
They all say, "Just do what's told!"
While I'm just sixteen years old.
