"Adult"

I graduate highschool, 

broken hearted but determined college would be better.

Here I am, five months, many tears and a conflicted soul later.

My courage has dwinaled instead of grown,

My confidance shattered as my mind tries to understand what it means to be an adult.

They lied about the freedom,

They lied about the fun,

They even lied about the love and the carefree feeling of it all.

All I feel is stress, emptiness and frustration.

I was strong,

I was going to make a difference,

I was going to whip the world.

Now look at me. 

Broken, lonely and unsure.

If I knew this was how I would feel,

Let me reconsider.

Let me go back to when scrapped knees were my biggest problem.

Let me feel okay again.

Who would ever want to be an adult if they knew what that word really meant?

Nobody.