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

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