The way I feel
Is like standing at the edge
Of everything I know,
And everything I have been—
Like one step forward
Unravels who I thought I am
I feel so much pressure
To be who other people
Want me to be—
Their voices
Rising louder than my own,
Drowning me out.
What about me?
I want to go to college,
But do I really?
Is it you
Feeding me ideas,
Telling me who to be,
So often
I mistake them for my own?
Or am I doing this for me?
Everybody’s so excited
For what they think I am doing for me,
Smiling like it’s already written,
Like I don’t get to choose.
I say I want to go to college—
I’ve said it so many times
It almost feels true,
Like a script
I’ve learned by heart.
But when it’s quiet,
When it’s just me
And the weight of everything
Settling on my chest—
Is it for me?
Or am I just afraid
Of who I am
If it’s not?
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
The way I feel
Is like standing at the edge
Of everything I know,
And everything I have been—
Like one step forward
Unravels who I thought I am
I feel so much pressure
To be who other people
Want me to be—
Their voices
Rising louder than my own,
Drowning me out.
What about me?
I want to go to college,
But do I really?
Is it you
Feeding me ideas,
Telling me who to be,
So often
I mistake them for my own?
Or am I doing this for me?
Everybody’s so excited
For what they think I am doing for me,
Smiling like it’s already written,
Like I don’t get to choose.
I say I want to go to college—
I’ve said it so many times
It almost feels true,
Like a script
I’ve learned by heart.
But when it’s quiet,
When it’s just me
And the weight of everything
Settling on my chest—
Is it for me?
Or am I just afraid
Of who I am
If it’s not?
Sorry I haven't been writing for a while, I have been really busy. Thank you guys for all the support.
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