Liquid in a Glass

by Emily Fountaine '25

Some people believe that the glass is half empty,

Others believe it ' s half full. Personally, I am the liquid in the cup, Everyone telling me what I am.

I should know that I am half empty,

And am constantly running out of time as I approach the bottom. Or that I am not doing enough,

And I need to fill all the way to the top to reach their expectations.

Yet, I am liquid.

I can slip through expectations and I can craft my own shape and determine my own taste. Somedays, I can be sweet milk, charming those around me.

Otherdays, I can be a spicy drink, defending my beliefs with a kick. I get to decide how much of myself I will pour into my work,

What I can become with time and effort, How I will change shape and form as time progresses. Some believe that the glass is half full or empty.

I believe that I am the liquid in the glass, Fluid and constantly changing, Determining my own fate, The expectations of others flowing past me. I am neither half full or half empty, I am not what others believe me to be, but something of my own making.