Who am I?
How the hell am I supposed to know?
For 17 years I was told who to be and where to go.
Things have changed, I’m and adult now (or so they say.)
Stumbling through life, trying to find my way.
I’m stuck between a complete upheaval of everything I was taught,
And wanting to believe that my mother was being truthful, but that’s a longshot.
She had good intentions, this much I understand,
But for far too long have I been eating out of the palm of her hand.
Now I’m in college, living life on my own,
Writing poems to win scholarships, so I can pay off my student loans.
For a few months now, I’ve had some time to grow,
What I learned about myself is how much I don’t know.
I used to think that I knew everything,
And I couldn’t understand how anything could be missing.
So I guess I would describe myself as “exploring.”
Today, I am exploring the world,
Exploring my options,
Exploring those around me,
And exploring who I am.