I’m sick to my stomach,
Running from the harsh truth,
I’m terrified,
Scared of what will happen next,
I don’t know my real place in life,
Why I’m here,
All I know is that I was meant to do something unknown,
But who knows if I can make it there and do my part in life,
Who knows if someone will cry at my raining funeral,
Who knows if anyone will remember me in the end.
Victoria Black
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knows-19/
