What am I supposed to do? (A poem)

A whole new world

A whole new sea

People tell me what to do

People tell me what to be

I suppose that's fine

Cause I really don't know 

What to do either

I just go with the flow

Time seems to move faster

Mondays, Sundays, then suddenly Monday again

I don't like that but why does it matter?

Like time cares about my opinion!

My life seems to be getting better

And worse at the same time

I am dancing on a soapy floor

Underneath a pitch black sky...

What am I supposed to do

Once the training wheels are off?

There's this sense of impending doom

I just can't seem to shake off.

I know I just rhymed a word with the same word

What am I to do - I'm just a little girl!

But soon I'll be let go into the wild.

And I'm scared to lose my inner child.

I'm scared, that's plain to see.

I've got a manual in a language I can't read.

There's a door but I don't have the keys.

I see a path and don't where it leads.

I can't believe it's here so soon

I thought there'd be more of while.

What is a girl like me supposed to do

Once thrown with the rest of the pile?