My Turn Poem by Monica Encarnacion

Been raised to always do what's right
To always please somebody
While I hide and hurt inside
I have to be good, I have to be smart.

And now that I'm out in the world
What do I do?
Should I always run a check?
I can't easily make up my mind.

If there's something new
I get scared of giving it a try
I worry what others might say
And I end up feeling blue.

Hey, loosen up!
If it makes you happy, why not?
It's your turn to decide
So, go on and drive!