FC: Me, Myself, and I | By Kendra Elaine Elizabeth Porter
1: Today I will pick up the pieces of your crumbling world. Today I will wipe away all the sadness in your eyes. Today I will be the smile on your face. Today I won't mask my tears with a smile. Today I will not do it for you but for me. Today it will be different then yesterday. Today I will allow myself to bloom and grow taller then the weeds. Today the glass is half full Today i will look the other way when you call my name. Today I will make you open up your heart to let me in, to give you a promise that is greater than all the rest. | I will be me
2: I am from the Apple sauce filled airplanes, from Blues Clues and Teletubbies. I am from the town you would miss passing by if you blinked. I am from the bare feet running in the yard, the cold mud and water squishing through my toes. I am from the small town rodeos, ocean rimmed eyes, and disobedient curls cascading just slightly over my shoulders. From the Guns going off like bombs in the cold dead battle fields with the porters and the faded red paint and throwing pebbles off the bridge with the Dorr's. I am from wishing on shooting stars and skipping stones across the once calm water. I am from the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I am from the fast fading clouds of breath and diamonds dancing on the pale white ground. I am from the heart that can't stop loving. I am from blasting music that stomps in your chest, the craving of Dr. Pepper, and concerts in front of the mirror with only a brush. I am from the top of the dresser, trapped in a frame forever holding the image of the past. | I am from | I am from
3: I remember his crooked smile and bellowing laugh. I remember his rough hands from all the years of hard work. I remember the old Ford truck chipping and rusting at the sides. I remember the long walks to nowhere. I remember his strong but gentle hugs. I remember his encouraging words. I remember his big glasses and his pale white hair. I remember not knowing where he was. I remember my mom looking at me with wet eyes just before she blurred out of my vision. I remember the memories I hold on to tight and will never let go. I remember my Grandpa. | Memories of Grandpa
4: Save it for yourself \ Don't tell me I can't when I already did. Don't tell me it was me when it was your fingerprints on the lid. Don't tell me I won't when I might. Don't tell me I'll run away and back down from a fight. Don't tell me that I can't be the best. Don't tell me I'm worse than all the rest. Don't tell me that I won't achieve. Don't tell me he is fake when I believe. Don't tell me I don't mean what I say. Don't tell me it'll all be gone at the end of the day. Don't tell me or I'll start to believe. Maybe you should tell yourself and not me.
5: It cries and bellows when Its sad. Tares cities apart when Its mad. Waters too much when it becomes dazed. Breaths really heavy when amazed. Smiles down when it is happy. Paints a picture when it feels sappy. Jumps and stomps when it is infuriated. Blows up when Its exasperated. It throws glitter in the air when it feels cheerful. Lights up the sky when it gets fearful. Smiles down when it is happy. Paints a picture when it feels sappy. | Weather
6: Two roads split and turn off different ways. Hundreds of choices in all the days. One path or the other. Choices ,choices ,choices. One wild and twisting the other paved and straight. How do you decide your fate? Back and fourth. South or North. But I will not follow, I will not choose. I will not win, I will not loose. You will see me in the future watch out for my rath. Because I chose take my axe and cut down my own path.