What do I really want?
Is it freedom or just growing pains?
I'm just a teen but I feel much older
Will freedom be my loss or my gain?
If I leave now, and live on my own
Will I be able to make it work?
Mom Say's it's not that easy
Especially since I'm just a part time store clerk.
I'm seventeen, and in my senior year
All my friends are getting their own place
They have their own cars, that their parents paid for
But that's not how it's done in my case.
Mom doesn't work, except for raising me
And she has my brother who is only six
I think I will stay and save up awhile longer
Mom and I will work through this.
Dianna Nally
2/2/05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem