WHERE I COME FROM

I come from many things
Some are pleasant some are not,
I come from complex simplicity,
I'm from friends and imposters,
From getting home at dark and spending the night awake, painting the sunrise on my walls,
I'm from a family or two or three or two again,
I'm from large expanses of grass, making pathways and hide-outs in their midst's,
From broken clocks and padlocked secrets,
I come from blood and tears, from work and stress, from rest and rewards,
From music so often listened to I hear it in my dreams,
From waking up too early and laying in a coma surrounded by bird song,
I come from everything, and yet I'm from nothing but myself.
-Lila Kaye 8th Grade