...and in the end

At 18,

coming of age in a group home,

is just not the same.

Blow-ups, blow-outs are met with restraints, police, and visits to mental hospitals.

Being held down

as the staff jams a calming injection into the arm.

Injections that make you slur words, shake, and sleep.

Even less freedom than before.

Choices are even more forced.

Free-will is non-existant.

No future.

No fun.