I AM

scared.


i am just like everyone else, confused and lost because there are so many answers we can never find. i am nice, i am happy, i am sad, i am rude, i am annoying and funny and a friend. i am a daughter and an aunt, a neice and a granddaughter. i mean something to someone and to some, i do not exist. i am nervous and brave and i am smart. i am ignorant. i am fast and i am slow and i am everything through the ability to be nothing. i don't know who i am, who i was, who i am becoming, but others think they do. well let me ask you: if i am unaware of who i am, how can you tell me who you think i should be? i will not listen. i am stubborn. or i will let you influence me. i will regret it. i will scream and i will cry for freedom (which i do not believe is real). i will dream but find my dreams closer to reality than i once found, or i will be faced with the harshness of disillusionment. i will strain to try to find a place for me in this world.
i am scared



that i never will.