Eighteen years old

18 years old I’m supposed to know what I want
so much pressure, red ones
finally adult
what I’ve been waiting for
but I don’t know it all
where I wanna go
who I wanna be
what I wanna do with my life
so many questions all at the same time
like what’s the reason that I’m here?
for what’s life about?
maybe when I get older
I’ll figure it out
I’ll figure it out
you can call me lost if you like
you can tell me girl that is life
‘cause what’s wrong can be right
through someone else’s eyes
but I gotta make the choice on my own
now that I am grown
gotta move out of the childhood soon

by Gabriel_Medeiros