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.

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