One instant eyes are on me
An impression then is made
Stamp a mental imprint
A mold placed in the mind
Two pupils study closely
To memorize my form
Analyze the image
And sort where I belong
Three cookie cutter people
Each a role I fill
Exceeding expectations
Does naught to break the mold
One is that of daughter
My first official job
Next I become a student
And culminate with bride
Two directions haunt me
A specter each its own
Disappoint the baker
Or follow paths unknown
I choose to live as I see fit
Turn a blind eye on your molds
I'll make that first impression
But not fear to change your mind.