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Description
I stand on a bridge, looking on the ground,
finding aspects of myself, shown like a town.
There are colors galore, and children's tinkling bell laughs,
are heard and seen through out the town where they last.
There are quaint little houses, and parks, and little baby trees,
and zoos and schools and places that you may be who you wish to be.
There are people of all sizes, and colors, shapes, and styles,
who all are free to roam the streets and greet each other with a smile.
The days are always sunny, and the weather is always clear,
and all the people down below all show no fear.
But in the corners of the town, represent the bad parts of me,
the parts that I really dislike, that I don't like others to see.
My anger is a slum, where prosperity doesn't rain,
where there are those unfortunate, all full of their own pain.
My sadness is a lake, polluted over time,
getting worse and worse and worse and I don't know why.
My self conscious motions are shown by a house on the edge of town,
redone, redecorated, and renovated, and yet it still has more work on it is to be found.
And finally, on the last corner, is the side I hate the most,
it's the side of me that is fearful, and it's shown by a forest so remote.
You can look inside all you want, but in the end you still cannot see,
what I am truly afraid of, because nobody knows, not even me.
But I still have to look down upon the town, that shows what is me,
and I give a little smile, and I am ok with what I see.
And with that little smile, from the bridge above the town,
the four corners I despise, become better somehow.
The town's people set to work, and fix the slum,
and erase the anger before more damage is done.
And then they get together, and over time clean the lake,
until it is of the purest water, and a beautiful landscape.
The little house of self consciousness is finally finished,
since the towns people all like it now, and say they're fine with it.
And even though the forest that now hides my fears,
the towns people began to work on a nature reserve right there.
And maybe over time, that problem will fix itself,
But right now, I love my town, and so does, I hope, everyone else.
So maybe you want to stop by, and take some of your time,
to visit my own little town, that is myself defined.

Description
I stand on a bridge, looking on the ground,
finding aspects of myself, shown like a town.
There are colors galore, and children's tinkling bell laughs,
are heard and seen through out the town where they last.
There are quaint little houses, and parks, and little baby trees,
and zoos and schools and places that you may be who you wish to be.
There are people of all sizes, and colors, shapes, and styles,
who all are free to roam the streets and greet each other with a smile.
The days are always sunny, and the weather is always clear,
and all the people down below all show no fear.
But in the corners of the town, represent the bad parts of me,
the parts that I really dislike, that I don't like others to see.
My anger is a slum, where prosperity doesn't rain,
where there are those unfortunate, all full of their own pain.
My sadness is a lake, polluted over time,
getting worse and worse and worse and I don't know why.
My self conscious motions are shown by a house on the edge of town,
redone, redecorated, and renovated, and yet it still has more work on it is to be found.
And finally, on the last corner, is the side I hate the most,
it's the side of me that is fearful, and it's shown by a forest so remote.
You can look inside all you want, but in the end you still cannot see,
what I am truly afraid of, because nobody knows, not even me.
But I still have to look down upon the town, that shows what is me,
and I give a little smile, and I am ok with what I see.
And with that little smile, from the bridge above the town,
the four corners I despise, become better somehow.
The town's people set to work, and fix the slum,
and erase the anger before more damage is done.
And then they get together, and over time clean the lake,
until it is of the purest water, and a beautiful landscape.
The little house of self consciousness is finally finished,
since the towns people all like it now, and say they're fine with it.
And even though the forest that now hides my fears,
the towns people began to work on a nature reserve right there.
And maybe over time, that problem will fix itself,
But right now, I love my town, and so does, I hope, everyone else.
So maybe you want to stop by, and take some of your time,
to visit my own little town, that is myself defined.