I Am From a Small Town

I am from a small town; I am a small town girl; first arrived in the city, I am lost at an intersection with traffic lights, red light, green light, yellow light, should I go left or right? fear and shyness haunt me; should I be brave or cowardly? girls call me "Country Girl"; I wonder; city girl, country girl? Is there a difference? I have too many questions; the question mark is like a hat, wear it on my head anytime, anywhere; like a troubled teenager, I fear I'll end up on the street; I lose myself, I struggle, I fight; I don't want to be swallowed by the city; I don't want to drown in tall buildings; I make myself an invisible woman to disappear into the crowd.