I am from pain, scars and stitches,

The cold overpowering the warmth,

From failure, while struggling for success.

I am from family and friends that pass,

Those who stay are true.

Traditions that are taken and turned new.

I am from a place where choices aren't always my own,

Anger for those who make my choices for me. 

I am from a place where even the sun is dark,

Where the birds chirp,

Dogs bark,

But all i hear is yelling.

I am from a place where each scar tells a story, 

scarred knuckles from pain that isn't physical, 

And fire that burnt the very arms that hold me up.

I can see but yet I am blind to those who try to help.  

I am from a place where even pure darkness can't seem to keep me down,

I get back up from the pain,

The suffering,

I grow stronger with every blow that hits,

Smarter and more inclined for success,

I am from a place where darkness is never kneeled too.