I was Told

I was told college would be a treat

But now more than ever I’m aware it’s not for the weak

Fake friends, drama, and hate

Running to class so I won’t be late.

A major that weighs on me like a chain,

A minor with math that scrambles my brain.

 

I was told I would fit right in

But sometimes I can’t blend

Imposter syndrome, loneliness, and cliques

Now more than ever my time management is strict

Clubs where popular rise to the stage,

Disguising ambition as selfless and sage.

 

I was told I would never have a dull moment

But no where in my head is that a bestowment

Busy, exhausted, pulled into fire,

Juggling jobs so I can eventually retire

Assignments that tower beyond my scope,

I whisper to myself, you can cope.

 

I was told I’d forget what I left behind,

But home still lingers in heart and mind.

It’s only September, yet I ache for the past

For family, for friends, for moments that last.

The truth is bittersweet, and yet I stay:

College shapes me in its own hard way.