Senior Year: Second semester

College freshman: Second semester

Prom, graduation, ditch day, freedom

Fear, home sick, scared, broken

A year of love and excitement

A year of loss and anxiety

I laughed in the face of stress and smiled with no care

I cried in the bathroom today and hoped no one would notice

A small hometown, with nothing to offer

A place called home that I miss so dear

I was accepted to my choice school

I can’t even pay for room and board

It’ll all work out, it always does

But what if… it doesn’t

High school is nothing compared to college

High school was never cherished enough

A year from now, I’ll be living on my own, free to do as I choose

A year ago I was safe and at ease

Mom and dad won’t leave me alone

Mom and dad… god, I want to go home

Things get better over time

I hope she was right