Reflections (Poetry)

the road ahead.

this place is new,
the people are as well,
I'm out of my depth,
though I'll never tell.

the road ahead is unclear,
and I'm not sure I'll stay,
but this decision would be heavy,
and a hard price to pay.

I want them to be proud,
gloat to all of their friends,
although deep down inside,
I just want this torture to end.

I'm lost and I'm lonely,
don't know what to say,
how can I survive three years?
when I can't even last a day.