So Misunderstood
"You're so relaxed about this!" they say,
and I pretend that I am.
But really, I'm not.
For inside me, I've been conflicted,
grappling over the future.
On the outside I'm ready,
I'm going to go to college,
get a degree,
make my parents so very proud.
But they don't know what's going on,
behind that fake smile.
I'm petrified,
My mind frozen in indecision.
Where do I go?
What will I do?
I've eluded these questions all my life.
Now, they're not going anywhere.
And I don't know what to do.
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