I am from a broken family,
From thunderstorms and lots of rain.
I am from the darkness and lots of pain.
I am from frowns and tears.
Where sunshine never appeared.
I am from the broken hearted.
I am from being the cover girl hiding alone
in this world.
I’m from the mirror being my only friend.
I am from learning things myself,
And playing pretend.
I’m from all the scars that don’t show,
And playing the undercover roll.
I am from a cold world
Where our generation is terrible.
I am from having no parents to support me,
But with a lady that yells at me,
And seems to leave my feelings be
Like I’m no human being.
I am from wanting somewhere to call
“home sweet home.”
I am from the sea in my eyes that never
I am from wanting to feel loved
And being special to someone.
I am from the broken branches
And crumbled leaves that have fallen from such
a fragile family tree.
I am from these moments –
Moments that have slowly broken me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.