When I myself don�t understand?
I don�t know who I am,
Or what I want.
Of course I know what I want.
For dinner I want mashed potatoes
And Ice cream for dessert,
I want to be accepted.
I want to make it out of high school�
Relatively unscarred.
After that, though, I don�t know.
I could be a writer,
Or a lawyer, or a housewife.
But I don�t want those things.
I am not allowed to want what I do.
I want to see the world
And change lives.
�Now that�s okay, but�
Jenni, you really ought to stay grounded.�
But that�s not what I want!
How can I figure out who I am,
When I am afraid of the answer?
I am just like everyone else,
Drowning in this small town.
Wanting nothing more than to leave
Wanting nothing more�
Than to stay.
To stay here and to stay 17.
At least it�s ok to not know,
And to live in your dreams.
We all have our noble aspirations,
Ways we will change the world.
So yes, I am just like everyone else
And I can find myself
Within their essays and their dreams.
