I am from a monster of anxiety haunting my thoughts of wanting to share with the world a smile
projecting the love received from others
not wanting to fail.
I am from a sight of long arms, flat feet and a head which streteches above my peers
the whispers of busybodies,
discouraging my dreams.
I am from a stage that collects the dreams of students and a teacher who uses her emotions as an outlet
comedy, tragedy, and love in a safe haven
the fear that I may become too attached.
I am from a romantical background connecting love and food with one bite
red sauce drizzled over sweet sausage
which becomes a compass to rediscover my happiness.
I am from a dream brimmed with optimism
slowly coming true like droplets of water
effervesting into the depths of a fall.