I’m From
I’m from a town I deemed as perfect,
Yet everyone else despised.
I’m from after-school fishing with a boy named Sam,

To bike rides and sleepovers with my BFF, a forgotten “forever”
I’m from a miserable move,

A time where my world blurred past.
I’m from a home to a house,

To a house to a home.
I’m from dark, depressing, and flying solo middle school,

To finally breaking my tightly sealed cocoon and learning to soar.
I’m from the lonely loser,
To the happy homecoming queen.
I’m from knowing no one,
To knowing everyone.
I’m from a town full of gazing eyes,
And the pressure to not disappoint weighs down more than ever.
I’m from die-hard Iowa State fans and loud Cardinal’s baseball,

Where cardinal and gold roars through our blood.
I’m from an immature, annoying but fun father,
A hard-working, supporting, and loving mother,
And a brother, Jake, who is truly one of a kind.
I’m from four special grandparents,

A Nana I met, but never knew.
I’m from a Papa who always had a place on his lap awaiting my presence.

Both of which suffered and prematurely expired.
I’m from Grandma, who is cleaner than Clorox,

And a Grandpa whose laugh will always echo through my mind.
I’m form being the baby/princess of my family,

Where the royalty I cannot always defend.
I’m from a family some would say is picture perfect,

Yet, I know there is no such thing.
I’m from an unwritten future,

Which I need to quit trying to prewrite.