confuse
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?
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