Who I am, I want to know,
Before it’s time for me to go,
And leave this place I hold so dear,
Moving on from Senior Year.
And with every single passing hour,
My inner-self begins to cower.
Hoping, maybe, I can run
Before time’s up and school is done.
Who I am, I want to know,
Not knowing scares me, even though
I know my strengths and what I do best.
Maybe time can fill in the rest.
Please forgive me if I shout,
All I think of is my doubt
Of who I am and want to be,
Though I’m not sure who is ‘me’.
Who I am, I want to know,
Will I stay or will I grow
Into something I will hate
(My mind hurts from this debate).
I know enough of me to trust
In myself, though I must
Be wary of choses I will make.
May it be a dream, and soon will I wake.
