Where I’m From


I am from cuts and bruises,
from deep scars and paranoid snozes,
I am from the brown wood, and harsh breezes,
I am from the thorns, and my constant wheezes,
which makes me mourn all through the seasons.

I'm from lonely nights and painful days,
from Kim, Mary, Norman, and Daves,
I'm from the hurtful words and many scars.
I am from don't go too far, and say goodbye to the stars.

I'm from Roman Catholic
and hidden fears
from scaring moments
young scars, cruel rage, and pained tears.

From not so home sweet home,
Pain, anger, and rage,
From deep cuts,
and constantly turning the page.

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