Fearing the Future
As a child, I thought I knew the world.
Now, I know I don’t.
I have learned to fear the unknown,
And as such, I fear for me.
The future of who I will be,
Who I will have become
When my peers see me in a few years’ time.
Will there even be a me?
I may not know the world,
Or what my peers will say.
But I do know that despite this,
I will still be me.
This poem is about:
Me