This is how it's supposed to be.
Uninspired and lost.
Like someone threw me over a cliff and told me to fly.
I'm in need of things I never learned.
Or maybe the knowledge is there but it's buried beneath the birth dates of a thousand dead men.
I'm too old for this but too young for that.
Stop acting like a child.
You think you are so mature, don't you?
I thought this feeling would be left behind in my middle school halls
stuck in a dried and blackened piece of gum.
"You're an adult when you turn 18" is one of the biggest lies anyone will tell you.
I'm am now 18 and I can promise you I'm no less of a child than I was yesterday,
a week, a month, or a year before that.
Ill-prepared is an understatement.
In math they never told me how to balance a check book.
In English, never did they even bring up writing a resume.
Science danced around *** and why so much of this things in my text book conflicted with my bible.
They taught me how to memorize but never how to think.
They taught me how to listen but never how to talk.
They taught me how to do but never how to create.
They taught me how to write but never how to end a poem.