I am form a sfe little town,/From happy memories and sad ones too./I am from steep stairs and scary closets,/From yummy spaghetti and pillows on the walls./I am from a talkative little sister,/From being interrupted to no end./I am from eight little packages, ready to be opened,/From the girls who are oh so dear to my heart./I am from a girl who may as well be my sister,/From the laughs and the tears, sticking together throughout./ I am from Scotland,/From a grandfather, very proud of his roots./ I am from the stage,/From acting as someone I am not./I am from the music,/From low notes to high notes./I am from love, reminded by my necklace,/From that happy feeling I get whenever he comes around./And all of these things that I am from,/ Make me who I am./The girl loved by most, hated by some,/And the only people's opinions that matter,/I love enough to mention here./No one else counts,/I could care less.//