5 years old

Innocent soul with dreams of being someone big someday

dreaming of mansions and heaps of gold

never knew it would come to this oneday.

Thoughts of being doctors, lawyers, and scientists

came and went as I dreamed of being president.

My goals came so easily to me

as I knew exactly who I wanted to be.

But the day has come 12 years later

for me to decide my future.

When I was young I felt much better

But now all I feel is torture.

Just to think a few years ago I looked forward to my future,

but now I cower in fear; afraid of it,

wishing that I was still in my mother's embrace and nurture,

wish I could go back and cherish my childhood bit by bit.

But now I have to face my fate

and make the most of it.