The Real World

I'm from a dark, dark city.
I'm from a city of dark deeds
And foul murders,
And robberies,
And friends who are never seen again,
Hope hangs upon a thread.
I'm from a family that is no more
For their bright lights where snuffed out.
I'm from a huge inheritance
From my father, who said to use it well.
And well I did.
For I am the night.
Oh wait...
No, I lied.

I'm from the dusty library
With stacks and stacks of adventures
Waiting for me!
It sits on an old French cobbled road.
I'm from kindly neighbors who sing “Good Morning!”
I'm from a scientist, who cannot invent even the wheel,
But I'm from his kindly heart and jolly soul.
I'm from a prison cell
That holds me because of self-sacrifice.
I'm from a beastly man,
Who needs only my love to be saved.
Oh wait...
No, I lied.

I'm from an overpopulated city in Japan.
I'm from a small little family
Who hate that I'm from poor grades and
Many tears shed for no reason.
I'm from a little black cat who talks.
I'm from a sisterhood of saviors
Who have been reborn to save the Human Race.
I'm from a line of Princesses of the Moon
Who fight the evil souls who only destroy.
Oh wait...
No, I lied.

I'm actually from a little city in Michigan,
Where farms spread out as far as the eye can see.
I'm from the crisp, pickle smelling fall air
That signify the beginning of the Football season.
I'm from a small family
Who have loved every tantrum
And sassy sentence spouted out.
Who have fixed every broken heart
And every broken dream.
I'm from a world where heroes like
Batman,
Belle,
and, Sailor Moon
Do not exist.

I'm from a world where evil doesn't stop when the TV goes off
Or where evil can be stopped by a random magical being.
I'm from the all the sorrows, tears, and pain
Of the cruel world
Which never seem to cease.
I'm from the little single flame of hope that remains.
I'm from the true, everyday heroes like
Police Officers
Parents,
and Soldiers
Who fight the good fight everyday.
I'm from the real world.