May this be the age I will know who and what I want to be. But I don’t know what I can do. May this be the age I look and feel full bloom. But people tell me I still look twelve. May this be the age that I am supposed to and expected to break away from my nest. But I am afraid of the unexpected and I dread society. May this be the age I must lose my inner child and learn how to act in public. But I am a perpetual daydreamer. May this be the age I realize that it is better to live in my head than reality. But reality demands that I live.