I am from crazy, extravagant clothes
From the music a little too loud
The bloodshot eyes and long sleeves
I am from slamming doors, screaming and crying
From runny mascara and covered up bruises
The fake smiles
I am from love, too
From a warm home, filled with the smell of fresh cookies
The crinkled eyes and echoing laughter
I am from six Christmases
From an abundance of birthday presents
The millions of Thank You notes
I am from hot and cold
From this house to that house
The four parents and two siblings
I am from others
From what they have done to help sculpt me
The girl who’s done it all
I am from.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
I am from crazy, extravagant clothes
From the music a little too loud
The bloodshot eyes and long sleeves
I am from slamming doors, screaming and crying
From runny mascara and covered up bruises
The fake smiles
I am from love, too
From a warm home, filled with the smell of fresh cookies
The crinkled eyes and echoing laughter
I am from six Christmases
From an abundance of birthday presents
The millions of Thank You notes
I am from hot and cold
From this house to that house
The four parents and two siblings
I am from others
From what they have done to help sculpt me
The girl who’s done it all
I am from.
