I am from a horrible broken home,
Where arguing and fighting occurs to which I am prone.
I am from music a thing that keeps me safe,
To a point where my soul leaves then comes back into place.

I am from my mother where the best relationship lies,
I am made from her to my lips, nose , and my eyes.
I am from family though we don’t stick together,
We always hope for the worst to get better.

Lastly, I am from love though most of my life I don’t receive ,
I always give, give, and give until I cant breathe.