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I am from the midnight sunset dreamt on by angels From a cut in half oak tree residing on a corner I am from the machine made earthquake that rocks the beds and frightens the children inside their heads I am from a dance in the rain in the middle of the road to a walk in the park when the sun is shown I am from the rush of a thousand eyes with no hesitation From an argument that has already been won but not ended I am from a strong point of view that holds a voice with a need to be noticed and not thrown aside by choice I am from the art of expression through hand written and typed word I am from long letters both heartfelt and meaningful sometimes surprising the ones that seem to be absurd I am from tears on my keyboard typing what was impossible to say as a God wasn't there to hear me pray I am from lyrics that not only change but saved I am from turning off the lights turning up the volume and disappearing I am from feeling understood without being known and being accepted without being told I am from insecurities that just won't go away From keeping a straight face so no one can see the pain I am from big arms and a fat face while looking at girls that don't show a trace I am from looking at mirrors and beginning to cry because I can't stop the hate that goes through my mind I am from a childhood filled with harm with words and actions that will never leave my brain's arms I am from that mom everybody though was great because they didn't see her yell without restraint I am from confusion of love and hate because nobody was there to tell me how to differentiate I am from the non-existent blood on my hands as she always told me it was my fault she was in reprimands I am from the pain I feel everyday because when the monster left it took my mom away