18

At the age of 18, we must decide our fate

Majors and uni, what route will we take?

We study and work and practice till we drown

And all for what? surely not a crown.

And yes, our gift is neither a crown nor throne

Instead it's expectations the adults have thrown

Straight at our faces while we attempt to fight

Out of this shit hole of no happiness nor light.

“You're not choosing that? What a waste,” they say.

“We expect great things from you,” they exclaim.

But maybe it's not about what they can see

And more about what we want to be

Because if we're pushed to become people we're not

forced into roles we hadn't sought

what's the point in living life?

If we're not allowed to do what we like?

So parents, teachers, let it be our call

To decide what we want, if we even want to at all

Because life isn't just a one-way road

There's so many more ways to go.