What You Expect

Sometimes when I am alone I think about the future and what it holds. The uncertainty in the pit of my stomach rests like a wade of gum that takes years to dissolve. The anticipations makes my heart go haywire. It's so scary to think that in less than two years my decisions are final and the blame would only rest upon my shoulders. A lot of times my parents give off pressure that they don't know they evoke with whispers on the phone that state my name and my goals. That's the scariest thing about growing. You know what your parents want and expect from me you but you don't know what you want and expect from yourself. Not really.