I am from the brokenness, from lies within the darkness.
I am from the needy, the saddened, from the harsh cold seasons.
I am from the traditions that are never celebrated.
The chips that no one wants, and the hatred demons that haunt your nights.

From "you won't ever be good enough" to "just go away"
I am from the lack of trying, because my best Is never great.
I am from moving there to leaving here,
Memories are faded, fore mine aren't the greatest.