I am Poem....

“I am” Poem

I am tremendous buildings and skyscrapers, above the hulking city of Springfield.

I am over sleeping late every morning, especially when it rains. The soft noise that the rain makes when it hits the window.

I am more mature and grown-up then when I was a freshmen.

I am a dusty comic book scattered about on the floor with a million others in the same condition.

I am exercising my thumbs on video games, nestled comfortably in my chair for hours upon hours, losing track of time is a sense of variety to this boring life.

I am a distant future with good hopes and wishes were all of the wishes and hopes I have become answered to bring a good life.

I am older than 15 but younger than 17, it seems like I don’t feel like almost 17.

I am a warm blanket on top of my bed while I listen to music, drifting away in the scattered line between distant sleep and total euphoria.

I am definitely not into reading books, particularly even though I did say I read comic books, I feel like comic books are better in their own ways.

I am an excited child on Christmas Eve, waking up at 6 a.m. to rush down to the living room where there is mountains of gifts, begging to be opened.

I am the son of a special mother that helps me with anything especially the hard stuff that nobody wants to deal with, she has been there for me through thick and thin.

I am a genius when it comes to historical events, ancient to us that no one likes to learn or thinks it’s boring I sir come to a sort of fascinated state of mind.

I am the baby in the only baby picture we own, happy and care free to the world as a baby should feel.

I am the dream nobody can figure out or nobody wants to figure out like the dreams that you hate waking up from.

I am the heavy, ancient dresser haunting my bedroom with its frightening image.

I am the child who suffered through hardships and survived only to be a better person in life and learning valuable lessons.