When I was young, my mother told me,

"Yvette, you can be anything you want to be."

So I started plotting, and planning, and trying to predict what I wantedliev

But in all honesty I felt haunted!

I was being followed by this idea that I could be anything!

There is so much in this world how could I pick one thing?

I could be a ballarina, a doctor, a firefighter, or an artist

But then again, what if I wanted to be an astronaut or a pharmacist?

As I grew older and learned that society was more strict

I felt cheated, mentally abused, and tricked!

How could I actually believe I could be anything?

With all the schooling, unemployment, and worrying

It seemed practically impossible to be what you want to be!

So I backed off and decided to just be me

Who cares if I don't make enough money to swim in a pool of cash?

What really matters is if I am happy with my carreer match.

So here I am, trying to be poetic so I can try to win a scholarship

So I can go off to college and get a degree as an art therapist.