Poems About Self Reflection Seeking Friendly Advice

I don't feel creative enough to write a poem right now so I'll just rant I guess. School starts in two weeks, two days, sixteen hours, and one minute and I've yet to figure out what I will become in life. I wish it was as simple as "hey I'm going to be a writer and shit" but let's face it: I need a steady job. I don't want to make that choice, I just want to be happy and not have to worry about rent or anything. The idea of being an English teacher revolts me because it looks as though I have failed in pursuing my dream so now I have to teach other minds to not fail even though some of them...