Injuries From My Mouth

Where I am From

(Another school project that I had to do...)

Where I am from

I am from the weeping willow tree
Grown so large the vines are like swings.
I am a believe in ageless Halloweens,
Because every year I still trick or treat.

I'm an animal loving,
Slow running,
Explorer of the wild.
From city streets to a dense forest;
I was the perfect flower child.

I come from a long line of red heads
That somehow missed me.
From the belief that
"To be insane is to be sane"
Is what you really should be.

I'm the too weird, made fun of,
kid that's always too loud.
Taught to hate who I am,
Because my peers weren't ever proud.

I'm an outspoken kid
That never speaks my mind.
I live for cloudless nights,
Where twinkling stars light up the night sky.

I come from home made pies
And stacks of fruity jams
With daily collections of eggs
And horrible puns coming from my dad.

I'm from the city of Renton,
Where the city is small but the people big.
From the infamous Liberty high school,
Where I know I really don't fit in.

But while I've aged in an old wooden rocking chair,
Wondering what I should grow up to be.
I've learned through love and pain,
Heartache and heart break;
I will only ever be able to be me.