Graduation day.
My future spreads before me,
But I can’t stop looking back.
I’m afraid of losing what I used to have:
Friends. Safety. A sense of completeness.
What am I to lose?
What am I to gain?
Where will I go from here?
Where will my friends go?
I cry when I think of what I will lose.
A look of despair shines in my eyes.
I have seen the same look in the eyes of my friends.
I know there is so much out there for me,
But I can’t stop looking back.
Weep not for me, but for what I have left behind.
