Answer:
I am a house containing a lot of parts. I am as smart as the library wisdom fills my brain. I am loud as a speaker that vibrates through your bones. I am as funny minions and I laugh at the ignorant. I cry because no one understands my complexity. I am a flight of stairs, something new at each step. I worry about the nails in me which some may call my imperfections. I think about carpets to cover about the holes in me. I think that I could never be remodeled again because even if it might be the new me i know in my future I will be metal and embrace my imperfection. I will never need glue to hold me together again because I am held together by my family.