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I am From
I am from a family
Who suffers
From depression
Anxiety
Bipolar disorder.
I am from a father
Who is, and
Was,
A drug addict.
He took me
On drug runs
When I was little
I am from a home
Filled with people
Who like to write
On their skin and
Tie knots in ropes.
I am from my mom,
Who suffers from anxiety and depression.
She writes on her skin
With razor blades -
Plays in traffic
And practices tying knots.
I am from a time, a place,
Where you can trust no one.
Your only therapist
Is music
I am from a family
Of whom I can not talk
My pets
Calm me.
I am from parents
Just teenagers at my birth
No games
No toys
No money.
My older sister
And I
Would stay outside.
I am a person
who has few activities
and hobbies
I am a person shy
Suffering from depression
Anxiety
I drew on my skin
I am a person
Facing problems
Saying, “You don’t control me.”
Now I am from
A mother who
Is trying her best
To recover
Who wakes up
In the morning
On the weekend
To cook breakfast.
Who smells like French perfume
I am from
A survivor
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