Writing

We're only kids

But we need to be

As mature as adults

We're little kids

It's not safe

But we're basically an adult

So we can have adult responsibilities

We can't stay up with friends

I want to cry.

I want to cry

But I cannot.

Graduation

Graduation

They're leaving

It's finally happening and how will I survive

What if this what if that

Stress

Schoolwork

Why?

It's a question I ask

More and more.

How far

Am I willing to go for this?

As it gets harder

And harder.

Auditions.

I have to prove to other

People

Actual

Judges

One of the first songs

I learned to play

Was

"The Streets of Laredo".

I remember this

With all the other songs in that book

Too.

Now, it is

In my closet

Broken

The cover falling off

“Hey! Congrats, you finished! Would you like to see how far you’ve come?”

“Finished? What do you mean finished? It’s barely been a week, are you kidding me?”

You are not perfect, and that is okay.

Your best isn’t working yourself to a point where you have to sacrifice your mental health to succeed.

Someone cares about you.