Decisions of a Youth.


Life hasn't been seen
At the age of sixteen.
Yet decisions must be made
Before the choices can be weighed.

Passion or practicality?
Desire or actuality?
One or the other: no in between.
Think it out well for haste is a fiend.

I long to be Jane Eyre
Making decisions where everything ends fair.
Perfect for me and no one else
Demands for me, no one tells.

But this I can't see
Selfish I refuse to be.
It will will work out-I'm sure

In my favor though?

That I can't procure.

Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741