As each doors are closing around me
I can’t imagine how I even made it all the way down
this never-ending corridor
where I can’t see my own feet moving in front of me
carrying me out the threshold to a room
I feel I don’t belong.
I never thought I could be in the room
with such adults and heralded figures.
I’m barely even an adult myself,
how can I be expected to thrive if I cannot
pick out a pair of shoes without calling my mother
for her approval at Walmart?
Where did the time go?
When did I become so invested in my future
instead of looking around and reading
focusing more on Pinterest ideas and random painting techniques
than budgeting for a future home
and finding my passion in my career.
Who let me become such a serious person
and released me into this brutal world?
I have no choice, I must walk out and face whatever is in store
my foot’s trapped outside the world,
I race out ready to see the world as an equal
I am ready to conquer my fears.