At the begining of English PRE AP 7 this year everybody had to write theirs... I don't like mine, but here it is anyway, I hope you can help me with it...
I am From
I am from a Neverland
I didn’t want to grow up.
I was age 5, careless and free,
To age 13, careful and seemingly condemned, in a heartbeat
I feel my personalities are like sweet and sour.
They are complete opposites of my ages.
I am from a butter yellow living room.
Big screen television, but not too big.
A comfy leather sofa that can recline,
But, to tell you the ultimate truth,
Princesses deserve to be treated like this,
I am no princess.
I am from a bleak and eerily lit computer desk
A metal chair with a leather interior is where I sit.
There is a moldy city
Growing steadily on the hard drive.
I can’t help but feel like I’m in the lab
Of Jackal and Hyde.
I am from a posh Jr. High.
I do not mind. All the people are nice to me.
Especially the teachers
Which is somewhat freighting,
In the student's eye
The students’ talk to me: not about.
Surprisingly, I am certain the teachers too
I feel like Alice in Wonderland,
After plunging into that world,
Incredibly confused in this maze.
I am from an abyss of emotions.
Joy I share with others after being treated
The way I want to be in return.
Gloom for when the days seem to be still
And those memories once vanished return to haunt me.
Rage inside for those times that I recollect
Somebody pushed, shoved or hit me.
Envious for all those times my wishes never came true
But for another child theirs did.
I am from a reality and not a Neverland
I am from a hospitable home.
I am from a welcoming academic center
To the polite community inside
I am from an emotional abyss
Which is what has created who I am
This is where I’m from
