The changes in my life are crazy.
My vision is getting hazy.
I turned eighteen.
I had a realization.

I can no longer just allow myself to lounge.
I have so many plans to scrounge.
One mistake could be the end.
On my conscience my life depends.

My glass walls are fooling no one.
They can see right through them.
I've been thinking a lot.
I have been hollow and full of absolutely nothing.

Confused is an understatement.
Stressed is a great term.
Crazy my way.
I don't care about things.

Do I actually care?
I tell myself not to.
I live life without a care anymore.
I've been happier than ever.

The confusion is the worst.
It's getting hard to take.
It's so difficult to move on blindly.
My path is a choice.

I choose what I am doing now.
I choose to write for my life.
I choose to be myself.
My choice worries me.