Left out
Exhausted
Expired
Sat on a chair, sunglasses on, guard up
Youngest, oldest, middlest
Too young to drink, too old to play
Too tired to be there
Socially stuck
Ask me about college again, maybe I’ll have it figured out next time
Yeah sure, I’ll check it out
Smile
Walk away
I’ll just look at my phone anyway
Still expired
More exhausted
Once again left out
APsolutely Trying My Hardest 
That is such a mood. I feel the same way about college and acting as though I have my life together. Nicely done!
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Man… that hit me. Well done. Made me feel the awkwardness of so many social occasions. And Jesus Christ I have never heard a more relatable line than “Ask me about college again, maybe I’ll have it figured out next time”…
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Wow, I totally felt “Ask me about college again, maybe I’ll have it figured out next time”… and I just realized Daniel commented the same thing, but that just means it’s super relatable so there’s that. This poem captured the church culture of awkward talks with people that held you as a baby and have no idea what “kids these days” want to talk about, and it made me cringe a little bit. I also happen to be the “oldest child” at most family functions, too young to drink unfortunately, and you perfectly described that experience. Nice job!
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Whoa. I am having flashbacks to my older teenage days when I would be criticized for going trick-or-treating but criticized for staying home on my computer. You explore the the painful in-between and capture it syntactically with the brief beginning and ending to your poem.
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Wow, so I really feel this in my soul. I can’t even count the number of times where I’ve been in social limbo at social gatherings because of my age. I also find it funny that the whole “college” thing is such a universal experience for people our age. You really captured this moment really well, thanks for sharing!
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