I come from childhood memories,

of anxiety and outbursts to cope.

I come from a school which failed in a place of hope.

I come from a place which taught me a wider scope.

My wishes strong, my faith beamed like the sun.

I hated to disappoint, therefore I was broke.

I come from an area where competition puts you in a choke.

I sigh, I was still lost in the smoke.

I wanted to make myself more outspoken.

Seeing the disappointment in my father’s eyes,

the suffering and struggle only marched to the skies.

I was in a trap, perhaps built on lies.

Time denounces value when a child is under stress,

I couldn’t remember the size of my mess.

I might have got over it till I jumped to confess.

When a persona is formed by childhood memories.