Growing with Time

As far as I remember, I’ve always been shy. 

I never could directly look people in the eye. 

“What am I so afraid of?” I sit and wonder. 

Maybe it’s because my self esteem is so far under. 

Regardless, life will go on, and I think about that a lot.

How there won’t be anyone asking if you’re “ready or not?”


I’m starting college in the fall

And I’m not sure if I’m ready at all.

As I enter uncharted grounds, I figure I’ll just “fake it ‘till I make it.”

But then reality hits, and I’m just not sure if I can take it  


It’s here, fall 2018

And I am no longer considered a teen. 

I am a young adult starting college,

Taking the bus to save on the mileage.

New places, different faces.

new failures, more successes.

I still don’t know if I’m completely ready,

but just as long as I keep my mind steady.

I heard the key to growth is continuity, 

so let college be my break from insecurity.


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