Growing Bet

I sit here all alone In the black room at my home. The worlds out there raising fear I can’t make it another year. They told that I can make it I’m hiding here because I can’t take it. Scared of what life has planned I want to grow up and be a man. I hold my self back Into my room My parents are gone They won’t be back in till noon. I sit here wondering what I should do. I want to make it and be loom Only should I take that step On that ground that is up next To my house, this is bet I have made and I must have kept Only now do I see the future Am I heading in the right direction Only the future holds my reason.