I've got a lot of people in this life.
They tell me what to do or who to be.
I listen, and I nod.
They are my loved ones.
They see me as I want them to.
They see me smile.
I give everything my all.
But, what am I giving after all?
I am a worker.
A drone, if you will.
With two jobs, school and musical,
this eighteen year old has it all.
I don't have much free time
because that's the price I pay.
This curtain covers the college-yearning girl:
she just wants to get away.
To be on my own is what I would like.
I've got stressors available every night.
I like to relax.
I love to play.
I wish I could just have it my way.
Don't think that I don't adore these people.
But if you could get away,
wouldn't you too?