I Am. -for school.

I am a child. I am all the things of my past. I yell and get angry over nothing, like my mother. And constantly complain as my father does. I am all I see. The red of blood staining all the windows, The splash of swimmers in the pool, The shimmer of the moons increasing frown, I am all I hear. Noise and screams from angry CDs, My mum’s nagging, screeching voice, And the growls from beneath my bed, I am all I feel. The chill of shadows fingers around my wrist, With the wind blowing through my hair, And the rain dripping down my cheeks, I am all I taste. The cold bite of ice cream freezing in my mouth, The nights icy breeze on my tongue, I am all I remember. The green of the still growing grass, The screams of an angry little girl, And the sky back when it was still blue, I am all I’ve been taught. That words can be more than just scribbles on paper, How there’s unimaginable things outside my walls, And rewards only come to those who work hard, I am all I think. Private thoughts, The lies between love and hate, I am like a dull, grey butterfly, Expected to be beautiful, But lives to disappoint. Though one day I’ll be better.