I am a child of america

I am a child of america

A Poem by Bubbles

I am a child of America.
A hertiage of amrican indian and itilan.
A child inside of me that weeps, but also shouts joy. I am someone who dosen't know know what they want, and sometimes i do.The heart of gold, but sometimes it can be very cold.
The way I see things might not be much to you, but to me, my friends and family, the world is so much more than what it seems.
I am not who you want me to be, because being something you want is not really me.
Sure, I can act how you want, but deep down inside i'm going my own way.
I am not ready to do this. but know i will have to. Although not knowing what "this" is right now, I will do what needs to be done. I am someone who's afraid to open up to anyone except selected people. Afraid someone will hurt me and my trust. I keep most of my doors shut I am wanting to explore this world, but m i ready to take the chance?
I am new and still experiencing all I can experiance in my life so far. It's scary to think that my life can/would be wasted by not setting aside myself and taking chances. We need to find out who we are and not let anyone or anything come in our way!!

© 2008 Bubbles


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Bubbles
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Painesville, OH



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