*-*I’m from a mother who perished am from an uncle who couldn’t bear it.

I’m from a dad all by himself, who goes to sleep with someone else.

I’m from the pictures on my wall to the silence in the halls.

Im from the dark behind my eyelids and the pain that’s in my heart.

I am the cold granite walls, and boxes filled with ashes.

I am from the happiness in disguise and from this life that didn’t happen.

I am from the house that looks like home, but is filled with anger and sadness.

I am from the place where normal is considered madness.

I am from the place where ordinary is new and I am the place that won’t stick to the glue.

I am the apple that fell too far from the tree.