May this be the age I will know who and what I want to be.
But I don’t know what I can do.
May this be the age I look and feel full bloom.
But people tell me I still look twelve.
May this be the age that I am supposed to and expected to break away from my nest.
But I am afraid of the unexpected and I dread society.
May this be the age I must lose my inner child and learn how to act in public.
But I am a perpetual daydreamer.
May this be the age I realize that it is better to live in my head than reality.
But reality demands that I live.
