My life was so different years ago,

Not a care in the world, no hurry to go.

Now here I am with the world on my shoulders,

This is not what I expected when I wished to be older.

Making life decisions for myself,

Trying to tune out the opinions of everybody else.

I shouldn't care what anyone wants for me,

But do I really want to leave my family?

Go away for now and come back home,

Or go away for good, and make it on my own?

Doing what I have to just to get by,

Dealing with sleepless nights.

Pushing through school with mere pocket change,

The whole point of this poem is kind of lame.

But enjoy your life while you're a kid,

Because if not, you'll wish you did.