Waiting And Watching To Leave

I sit on my bed,
Thinking,
Wondering,
What my life will be like in the long run,
Will it bloom will daisies?
Or fall from the clouds like rain?
Would I be happy when the time comes?
Will I be happy at all?
I question myself,
My life,
I question Gods choice,
Of having I put on this earth.
Why did he,
I’ll never understand.
But for now I look at the ceiling.
I hear a car horn outside.
My ride has arrived.
My parents cry as I walk down the stairs,
Small suitcase with things,
I was permitted to take with me.
My mom goes to hug me,
I turn my head away,
And walk out to the brisk morning.
My friend honks the horn again.
I have taken flight from hell,
And beginning my life,
The way it should have been.
Free!