Sometimes I can’t think, 

I forget what I know and begin to sink. 

I study too much I study too little,

I worry about my life which puts me in a pickle. 

How I wish I had a magic ball, 

A way to see what I actually end up to be.

People tell me to just be a kid,

People tell me to just live.

I know I need to enjoy these moments, 

But I have to think about my enrollments. 

How I wish I didn’t have to fret, 

Or cry every time something goes left. 

Growing up is scary for a little kid,

When college applications, job interviews, and how much you make start to matter, 

There isn’t a time anymore when you can run into your parents’ arms and they say everything will get better. 

Especially when they ask what do you want to be,

What happens if I haven’t even found me? 

One day I hope I will look down on myself, 

And say wow look at this, you outdid yourself!