I am, I am.

I am quiet and observant

I wonder if I'll succeed in life

I hear pages of books rustling

I see dogs playing in my yard

I want to make my aunt proud

I am quiet and observant

I pretend to be enthusiastic

I feel the wind swish past my passenger's side window

I touch the smooth bell of my French horn

I worry that I'll never find a good job

I cry when I walk in cemeteries

I am quiet and observant

I understand that my parents work hard

I say I'm agnostic

I dream of living in a big city

I try to make everyone happy

I hope I can have a creative profession

I am quiet and observant

Request permission to use this poem