Unspoken
Who are you, they ask
But how can I tell you when I'm not even sure myself
What are your dreams, they ask
Do you really think I could admit them to you, when they terrify me so
Where are you going, they ask
Ask my parents expectations, I say
But don't you have a plan, they wonder
I thought I was too young to be involved in something so grown-up
You aren't ready, they say
Because you haven't let me.