I am a ballerina,

At age 3, twirling around completely mindlessly.

I am a lawyer,

At age 5, arguing everything with evidence from my case.

I am a doctor, 

At age 6, after my sister was born and my brother was old enough to be my assistant.

I am a singer,

At age 9, when Mariah Carey or Usher came on the radio.

I am an artist,

At age10,when I would draw pictures of clothes and masks.

But not long after, I came too a bank cashing reality checks,

And I realized that I was confused.

At age 13, I was a high school freshman.

At age 14, I was determined and motivated.

At age 15, I was outgoing and spontaneous.

At age 16, am I not already everything i aspired to be?

Am I not a ballerina, floating across this stage we call life, dancing through life without a worry.

Am I not a lawyer, having to defend myself in this judgemental system that the world relies on for interpreting.

Am I not a doctor, having to rescue myself from all of the things that have almost drowned me.

Am I not a singer, with vocals that I must use to serenade my thoughts when things get hectic.

Am I not an artist, that can draw on a mask to hide every pain and match every outfit?

At age 16, am I not already successful in life?