Graduation Evening

In this poem I describe what I was feeling on the evening of my high school graduation.

Graduation evening, head hurting, fever burning. nerves are running
They run faster than my family members
Running around, twisting, turning
Around to get ready, to make it in time, to something in 10 years they will not remember
To the first member of the family graduating
It should feel like a relief, but it was tormenting
Having that type of duty, responsibility
To not fail the family
It doesn’t feel real, like this day is mine
Feels more about them, able to brag, to boast
To friends and frienemies
As soon as I receive that diploma I can already hear them
Their high expectations towards the life of mine
“You better have a career and spouse, by the age of 25”