When I myself don’t understand?
I don’t know who I am,
Or what I want.
Of course I know what I want.
For dinner I want mashed potatoes
And Ice cream for dessert,
I want to be accepted.
I want to make it out of high school…
Relatively unscarred.
After that, though, I don’t know.
I could be a writer,
Or a lawyer, or a housewife.
But I don’t want those things.
I am not allowed to want what I do.
I want to see the world
And change lives.
“Now that’s okay, but…
Jenni, you really ought to stay grounded.”
But that’s not what I want!
How can I figure out who I am,
When I am afraid of the answer?
I am just like everyone else,
Drowning in this small town.
Wanting nothing more than to leave
Wanting nothing more…
Than to stay.
To stay here and to stay 17.
At least it’s ok to not know,
And to live in your dreams.
We all have our noble aspirations,
Ways we will change the world.
So yes, I am just like everyone else
And I can find myself
Within their essays and their dreams.
