Who I am

I am From Things Gone By I am from the crumpled paper I let stand. I am from the pen resting in my hand. I am from the pondering in my head that does fly. I am from my lips muttering why. I am from the paper on my table. I am from the thinking ‘I am less then capable.’ I am from the anger in my heart. I am from wondering where to start. I am from the voices floating around. I am from my foot bouncing on the ground. I am from the dragging bracelet clink. I am from wondering what people will think. I am from the groups running by. I am from the will to never let them see me cry. I am from not sharing what I truly think. I am from the feeling that I am on the brink. I am from the wish to change. I am from the attempt to rearrange. I am from the excuse of ‘being shy’. I am from knowing that it is all a lie. I am from plots standing in a line. I am from the words wanting to shine. I am from pages yet to be turned. I am from the fear of being burned. I am from the coupes’ happy sigh. I am from the low after single man’s high. I am from always wanting more. I am from the hidden grace of fantasy’s shore. I am from friendships laughing happily. I am from the sting of jealousy. I am from the coveted cliques. I am from wondering where I stick. I am from friends gone away. I am from knowing I should have let things stay. I am from the pain of loss. I am from the always bearing that guilty cross. I am from wishing there was more. I am from the wish to even the score. I am from knowing what to do. I am from the knowledge that I don’t know too. I am from things gone by. I am from wondering when I let my life go so awry.