We moved, moved, moved, and moved

the scene of my window was always different

different rooms, different neighborhoods

I was excited for college

everything was going to change 

that was what I thought

College was coming, time to be free and independent 

but I had no nickle to my name

and the school that I had been accepted

became a distant dream, an illusion

part of me is relived that I don't have to leave home

but part of me feels oblige to remain the buffer of a divorce

I hoped college would have solved my problems

but I realize things don't end up chaotic because

I am here

I feel lost and confused

what will the future hold?