Stress
Stress
Cries
Blank stares
College supplementary essays
More than one can seemingly bear
They ask, “Where are you going to college?”
I reply, “I’m not sure yet.”
What is received are disdainful glares
“Grow up,” they say.
Easier said than done
And they should know
Weren’t they in the same boat some forty years
Ago?
I don’t know
I feel somewhat prepared for what they dub as
Life
Isn’t that what I’ve been living this whole time?
I’ll be fine…
Right?
“No,” they say. “What your living now is just a game!
Get your head out of the play!”
It is out of the play
All I think about all day
College supplementary essays
Cries
Stress
I just want to make my mother proud
Out of what, right now,
Is seemingly a
Mess
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