One day I want to stand in front of a stage and scream "I did it" with the same pride, love, and joy

I felt when I saw my brother graduate

Like a shadow in my peripheral it never seemed possible to me

From elementary to middle to high school to now I never thought I would see my graduation day

Naturally there are a few weeks before I graduate and who is to say I won't be hit by a bus at the last minute

Nine different schools, each promising that this will be my last with a smile of deception

Perhaps my dad will will take a new job offer the week before and we won't be able to recall the announcements

From day one I struggled to see myself grown up and living an adult life

For all I know, elementary school could be going on and I'm seven years old

I don't think I'm seven years old

I hope I'm not seven years old

[Anyways, I graduated like two(?) weeks ago and can confirm: I am not seven years old.]