So Many Choices

I have so many choices to make.
And if I choose the wrong one I feel like a fake.
I now have to make up my mind.
I just want a little more time.
I know it is better to be two steps forward,
But it feels like I’m being strangled with a cord.
I just want to live today.
Tomorrow will work out okay.
I’m tired of being ahead,
But not a word have I said.
Choices are made for me,
Some of them I never get the chance to see.
I am always thrown around,
And feel like I’m continuously bound.
I try to take it one step at a time,
Meanwhile a thousand other things get thrown in my mind.
I thought I had a plan,
But it seems as though I’ve written it in the sand.
My dreams are becoming nightmares.
And my life is just so bare.
I want to make my own life,
To be haggard by my own strife.
I know they want the best of me,
But I just want to be free.
I know I have to become an adult,
But I just want to find my own faults.
I can’t learn from everyone else’s mistakes.
My life isn’t going to be a piece of cake.
I want to use my own mind,
I’ll show them what I find.
Life isn’t like Burger King; you can’t have it your way.
But to some it just doesn’t seem okay.
I just want to be a kid,
Let me tell them what I did.