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Mar 2014
My eighteenth birthday is approaching faster than I expected.
And I'm dreading that day,
when legally nobody needs to care about me.
Things aren't ready,
not my mind,
or my money,
for me to build a future.
And I'm under so much pressure,
because someday when everybody has left me
I will be alone,
stuck thinking about what I did wrong on my
Eighteenth birthday.
So stressed out. Everyone needs to quit asking what I plan to do with my life. I really don't ******* know right now.
Kamri Leigh Boutin
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Kamri Leigh Boutin
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