I've grown up in front of this mirror
it's seen all of my changes
My hair has grown,
my face altering
in the slightest
each day.
my dna covers every square inch of this house

How am I supposed to walk away
from all that i've known
for 18 years?
My bedroom has changed with my passing interests,
never having its own identity
When I return home, I'll be no more than a visitor
a passing guest.
I will never know the life I had before ever again.

How can I walk away?
When I come home it won't be the same
I'm living in between homes
I am homeless, yet I have two
My house has seen me grow through the years
It has always stayed the same
It's been a constant
in my constantly changing life
Missing this life is an understatement
Some people go to college right down the road because they're not ready to leave

How could they possibly be ready?
We didn't ask for this
We are not guided out of the nest,
we are shoved
We are alone now
and I don't know where to go from here.