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