oh, cette fille

This is a poem I wrote for an english class. My teacher thought it was "brilliant" and shared it with other classes. It sums me up basicly. Enjoy.

I am from two people who love to hate each other
I am from parents who yell, their way to show “love”
I am from a little country girl to longing for the city
I am from “sistermerstreet” and Hooked on Phonics to a healthy diet of music videos, and still not being able to spell
I am from remembering the day I first tied my shoes to most days not even bothering wearing them
I am from being one of the biggest bullies on the block, to being nicer to people then they deserve
I am from learning to read, to loving to read, to wishing I had
time
I am from first time bicycle rides and adventures in our tree house
I am from house to house to still no home
I am from paper cut arms and broken hearts to semi-real smiles and laughter
I am from spending long hours taking care of “Grumpa” to wishing he was still around to take care of me
I am from sweet Mormon girl, to rebel with out a cause
I am from no friends, to fake friends, to the best friends I could ever ask for
I am from late night adventures in a little red car
I am from being locked up, a prisoner in my own home, to running away, tasting that freedom
I am from Mozart, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky to Chiodos, The Used and Nirvana
I am from backseat romances to maybe something more, hopefully something more
I am from “hey grandpa” “what” “nothing” to complete loneliness with out him
I am from Series of Unfortunate Events to Go Ask Alice, oh wait you can’t, she died
I am from being miserable, to finally knowing what happiness feels like
I am from “Hey, D.J. watch me!” to “Hey Sam, look what I can do!”
I am from hating my self, to loving who I’ve become
I am from meatatarian to semi-vegetarian
I am from being a fake, a copy of others to being a real human being, me
I am from big college dreams to what ever
I am from staying up way to late staring at the wall
I am from lonely thoughts about death to finding a true reason to be alive
From fake to real
From lost to still not found but O.K with the idea of staying hidden
I am from hating the world to wanting to save it
From dark to light
From all these things that I am from
From all the things I have done
From all of these things we get a girl
The girl that I’ve become