I Am From

I am from a picture in the photo hall.
I am from my poem book,
To my diaries.
I am from my music box,
To my tiger mirror.

I am from my dogs pooh in the front yard,
To the new stuff on my shoe.

I am from the Mini Mart with Zack’s,
And Sunny Crest and Cherry Hill too.
I am from Laney’s hill,
Where I fell and hid it from her mom.

I am from a grandma, who has passed,
But her memory still lasts.
I am from a mathematical mom,
To a carpenter dad.
I am from my cousin KimiKimmiCSI freaks rock!
I am from my cousin Megan,
Hockey rules!

I am from the hospital down town.
I am from the lies I’m told,
To all the broke promises I’ve had.
I am from the scars on my body,
To all the broken hearts I’ve ever had,
By the way they leave scars behind too.

I am from my grandpa’s history lessons.
I am from the “I told you so”,
To the “don’t even go there”.

I am from my grandpa’s ham and gravy,
To me and my sisters mystery juice.

I am from the memories in my diaries,
To the poems from my heart.

I am from all the songs I have with my friends…
Steph…“Worst day ever” and “The young and the hopeless”.
Delaney…“What would you do”, and “I can”.
Zack…“Dirt off my shoulder”, and “Stand up”.
Mike…“Sunshine”.

I am from friends, who rock my world,
I love you guys.

I am from a world filled with judgmental people,
Who are left speechless when I tell them what I have to say.
I am from doctors, who saved my life,
To friend who make me who I am today.

I am from a world of hate and despair,
What’s the difference between up here and down there?

I am from a broken soul,
While was broken too many times before.

I am from my favorite quotes…
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.”
“Words can’t bring you back,
Trust me I’ve tried.
Tears can’t bring you back,
Trust me I’ve cried.”
“Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
But by the moments that take our breath away.”

I am from a world that makes me happy,
But gives me pain and leaves me left with nothing to gain.

I am from a picture in the photo hall,
A forgotten soul;
Just a memory in a picture…hung on the wall…that’s all…

*this is another one that was written for school...but this one is kind of decent...*