18 going on 19

Legally I am an adult.

18 going on 19.

According to most,

I still am a teen.

According to most,

I don’t seem like 18.

According to me,

I don’t think I’m ready to be an adult.

I’m choosing a college soon,

I’m studying abroad,

I’ll be on my own,

And just yesterday I was crying about homework I forgot.

Why is there no class on adulthood? 
I don’t understand,

Mom says I can always call her,

And dad says I got this.

But I don’t know if I do.

My friends are still worrying about what classes to take PE next year,

And I’m scared I’ll lose them.

As they say most people don’t have friends forever,

But what about me?

I already promise myself a seat at their graduation,

And I already planned phone calls every week,

They just don’t know that plan yet.

Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.

I think I prefer being a teen,

Worrying about homework, crushes and what I’m wearing to school.

I’m not ready to grow up yet.