Not a Sonnet of Possibility

This is not a piece of writing that I like, but rather the one I dislike the least from an ongoing list of embarrassing works that constitute my writing trajectory. After the AP Literature exam last year, Mr. Ferrebee challenged us to write a sonnet directed to ourselves in five years predicting who we would be by then. I clearly failed in my attempt and instead (cowardly) wrote this free verse poem. The failed Sonnet of Possibility is the piece of writing I dislike the least because I can still identify with the author of the poem and I can assure it is, at least, honest.