Who I Am

I’m sixteen.
That’s far too young.
Who were you at this age?

My name is Nicole.
Female, Caucasian, about 5’4.
I love Oreos
And green Jell-O.
Not together, but still.

I’m smart but naïve,
Stubborn but docile,
Ready but scared.
Confusing, but you understand.
Right?

Write.
Writer. Maybe.
I love the feeling of pen on paper,
The click of the keyboard,
The satisfaction in that last, perfect word.

Or maybe
I’ll do something more practical.
Plausible.
I’ll be a guidance counselor.
Tell me your problems so I can write them into your college recommendation letter.
It’s possible.

I’m sixteen.
That’s sixteen years young.
I don’t know who I am
Or who I will be,
Or even who I have been,
If you want me to be really honest.
They tell me that that’s okay.
Who’s “they?”
I’m not really sure.
But they just might be onto something.