Growing up through life,

The pressure to find a job is high.

It feels like a cut from a knife

When you don’t know where to spend the rest of your time.

 

When I was little,

I wished to be a vet.

Giving the thought a twittle,

I realized I could not put an animal to rest.

 

Reaching the age of eleven,

I dreamed of being a baker.

Although I would love to make sweets 24/7,

I realized I was no creator.

 

During my middle school years,

The thought of being a lawyer came to mind.

However, I would not be able to handle the stress and tears.

Yet again, realization kicked in, and I had to leave the idea behind.

 

When a freshman,

I did not like the thought of finding a career.

I was only a weak human

Who realized that I had no control over the next few years.

 

Now a junior,

Who has the idea of pursuing journalism,

I am scared I will not enjoy the career, and all I do is yearn.

I have realized I have no plans, and I have no optimism.

 

Who will I be

When I reach life’s adult stage?

Will I be successful at twenty-three?

Or will I remain stagnant until an older age?

 

When you don’t know where to spend the rest of your time,

It feels like a cut from a knife.

The pressure to find a job is high

Growing up through life.