The Future is a time most look forward to, the unknown, the dark, the dreary

At least in the past we know what happens, but I suppose the past was once the future too

Oh well, sitting in class talking of the future, I never realized how frightening it could be

I don’t want to be old, I don’t want to leave everything I know so well

This small town will only become smaller as those I am close with leave

This place I call home will no longer be home

The friends I call family will slowly drift

My life as I know it changing forever, I have changed so much already

Shivers run through me at every thought of the future

Having to take the deepest breath I have ever taken

I sit in my bed with no motivation, laying, staring at the ceiling, tears welling up

What if I’m not good enough? What if I can’t make it in the future?

They say not to worry, not to fret but if only they knew what was really going on in my head

I have no clue what to do, how to act, where to go

It’s like I’m drowning and everyone around me rather than helping is standing there

Speaking but not reaching in to help pull me out

Gasping for air in a pool filled with tears and doubts

Perhaps the future will be an amazing as many believe

Maybe there is a chance that I will make it, that it will be bright

Rainbow and flowers may be the way some see it but that’s just not the case

The future is a force to be reckoned with and which only few win against

Everyone trying to fight with slim to none success

Throwing anything it can imagine in your path trying to make you trip