I AM.


I am the whistling wind breezing through a valley of
forgotten
flowers..
	
I am the rebelious one that doesnt follow all the trends..

I am your fears, hopes, and dreams..

Clustered together all into one..

I am the nightmare, on the edge of insanity..

I am the ever faithful dream, even if it may not seem..

I am the one you and your group dare to insult from afar..

And as the dreams spread wide and far,

And everyone has their fun,

I am the one who sulks alone under the hot rays of the
sun..

And even as I catch my breath, I am not yours to guess..

As all the idle lies and threats,

Are slowly forgotten and put to rest..

I will remember always, and I hope you will too..

I am what I am, and I did not ask you..

                      Cierra Loop




(did this in 7th grade.)