I am from off
beaten paths
and lucid
dreams.
Where I found my
peace
or rather
my escape.
I am from the
unwanted
and rebels
without a cause.
Where we don’t
belong
with the south
that fits its stereotype.
I am from crooked
cops
And they know me
by name.
Where they send
me home
and later I find
them.
I am from broken
promises
and rehearsed
lines.
Where friendship
didn’t mean a damn thing
and love was
self-inflicted pain.
I am from
Bipolar Disorder
and man your crazy.
Where it’s a
poorly timed joke
or a great
charity case.
I am from one
too many scars
and tight
bracelets.
Where no one
seemed to notice
or maybe didn’t
give a damn.
I am from a
broken home
and we don’t want you.
Where I was
never enough
and just the sum
of their fuck ups
I am from a
shattered heart
and still yet it
beats.
Where they say Just give up
but I sharpen my
teeth.
I am a Survivor
because of where
I’m from.
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