Choices

So many choices
Leading in different directions
So many voices
Giving diverse expectations
Should I pursue school?
Go to college, get a degree?
Or, should I stay home?
Not knowing what or who I could be?
And, when said that way,
The choice ought to, HAS to be clear,
But what can I say?
It isn’t, I’m still full of fear
It requires so much:
Dedication and concentration
Things I barely touch
Not to mention the motivation
It gets harder still
When people push me down with scorn,
And whatever will,
I once possessed is sadly worn
So many voices,
Giving different expectations,
So many choices,
But I’ll give myself directions