Its not the best of what I have written, but at least it expresses what I'm going through.

Job, which job? I have no clue.
Will I be a novelist?
What about a journalist?
Oh what shall I do?

I don't like building.
I don't like math.
I do like writing,
And I like to deal with wrath.

I like to talk to others,
But not to moms and dads.
I like to work with kids,
But never ones that hit.

I guess I'll be a writer,
Using many of its arts.
I'll cherish this career,
Using thoughts of souvenirs.