Who am I?

I am passionate about art, drawing, painting, writing, geography, psychology, nursing, singing, laughing, education, and running in circles.
I am love my family, learning,

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//From (written in grade 12 English Assigment)

I am from
Early morning rise,
Getting up and opening my eyes,
To the morning light,
And its daily dew.

I am from cameras,
Art on the floor,
Pictures in pockets,
And doodles of hearts, and stars,
With halos on lined paper.

I am from books,
Songs that don't sing,
Music in my head,
And photo albums
Lying on my bed.

I am from scraped knees,
"thankyou" and "please"
Biking down vertical slopes,
climbing trees, fighting geese,
And trying to keep up with the boys.

I am from heartbreak,
Lyrics that truly speak,
Tears and hurts,
Foolish lies, Don't you cries,
And locked away dreams.

I am from aspirations
Of trying to hard,
Working myself sick, and
Moulding myself into
Something I am not.

I am from vernon,
Westbank, Kelowna,
Merrit, Burnaby, and Surrey too,
Graduating at Alpha Secondary,
now attending wonderful Post-Secondary.

I am from moving too much,
Loosing all my stuff,
It was really tough, thirteen elementary's,
One middle school, and one high shcool,
I had to go to.

I am from kindergarten,
To grade twelve's ups and downs,
Sitting there to listen, to wanting to teach,
Finding books at my library and
Learning languages I want to speak.

I am from popcorn,
cotton candy icecream, and broccili,
Sushi, bad spelling,
Christmas with my dad,
Driving to Disney Land.

I am from it hurts sometimes,
Invisible feeling, like your not alive,
Going under water,
Not feeling like I want to go out,
Laying at the bottom, Just looking out.

I am from jam sessions,
Dads guitar, music on muvo,
Singing in the car,
Harmonicas and Pianos,
And charms on bracelets,

I am from falling forever,
Where the hole I make,
Is too hard to leave,
And I am stuck between,
Everything that doesn't make me, me.

I am from my head in the clouds,
Doodles instead of notes
on my paper,
messy writing,
And not listening to teachers.

I am from orange blue,
Colors of the sky and sea,
Shapes of the brushes,
Which I push my paint with glee,
That shapes the clouds I see.

I am from pencil to paper,
Until these words sound right,
Until I can strain,
Out the feelings,
Which are buried inside me.

I am chapters, of books I read,
Sinking deeper and deeper,
Away from the world I used to dread,
Thankyou Mrs.C, for keeping me alive,
Grade 7, would of killed me, falling into depression
and literally you saved my life.

I am from moving into with my dad,
Alcohol can't bother me no more,
And my mom's is better, than before.
My friends are what ground me,
even though my insecurites,
start to surround me.

I am from poems,
Itching to get out,
Like a sliver you can't take out,
Like a feeling you can't just say,
Its thier even if you can take it away.

I am from don't speak,
Where my words are gone,
And sentences don't form,
As I open my mouth
and nothing seems to draw out.

I am from...
Late nights under the stars,
To a kiss before night,
Tucked in bed, awaiting a dream,
To pop in my head.