When I Grow Up

What do you want to be when you grow up?
The question hovered over me
like a dark cloud of uncertainty.

But I always knew.

I want to be...
A rock star.
A singer.
An actress.
The glamour looked so shiny
in the naive eyes of the ignored.

But I grew up.

I want to be...
A doctor.
A veterinarian.
A herpetologist.
To help others when no one would help me.

But I grew up.

I want to be...
A band manager.
A record company owner.
A CEO.
Power for the powerless.
My voice WILL be heard this time.

But time mercilessly ticked on.
And I grew up.

A therapist.

Let me ease the thoughts before it's too late.
I will not tolerate another "me" in this world.
Riddled with disorders
and insecurities
and fears.

But then again, maybe not.

I'm still a child.
And when I grow up?