this isn't how eighteen is supposed to be

Working two jobs and school takes 20 hours a day.
How in the world did it end up this way?
This isn't how eighteen is supposed to be.
With nobody there to watch over me.
Surrounded by thirty thousand or more.
I feel so alone, trapped behind a closed door.
But this door's made of glass so it's worse, you see?
People will stop right in front of me.
Yet, interactions, none can be made.
Not that it's impossible I'm just so afraid.
Afraid of the shame, the hurt, the stares.
Even worse of acceptance, a smile, that someone cares.
How in the world did it end up this way?
This isn't how eighteen is supposed to be.