I am from my young, carefree imagination,
Where a weeping willow was a hut,
And the towering oak tree out front, a giant.
I am from the unattainable dreams I chase,
Just because I enjoy the thought of them.
I am from a childhood bursting with love,
And teenage years filled with rebellious difficulty.
From the evolution of child to adult
That transformed me too quickly
When responsibility was thrust upon me.
I am from the need to be accepted
By those who don’t matter;
And the overwhelming hurt
Caused by the ones I trusted most.
I am the strive for perfection,
Disappointed when it cannot be reached.
I am from a family of republicans,
When I don’t care about politics;
Just peace.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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