LATE BIRTHDAY POST + poem

OKAY I FORGOT TO SAY BUT IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY AUGUST 26 YAYAY ANYWAYS I WROTE A POEM ABOUT IT HERE HAHAHA

Eighteen

It feels weird to say that out loud.
"I'm eighteen years old."
It's the truth, and I can't change it.
I'll have things to do.
University work, taxes, jobs, voting.
A lot of stuff that seems overwhelming.
It'll most likely be for someone like me.
How will I handle it, though?
A younger, more naive version of myself would've admitted defeat.
"I can't do this, I'm too young."
But I am wiser, smarter than before.
I know I have the capability to do it.
But will I?
Will I face the music?
Or will I take the easy way out?
Will I have wasted eighteen years of my life,
Or will it all have been worth it in the end?
Let's wait another eighteen years and see.