I am from the state of anxiety and depression,
I am from the jokes and humour that surrounded me throughout my childhood,
I am from the green door I saw every Wednesday and on the other side,
Awaits my cat and a dead mouse,
I am from the old classic music that always played on the radio on the way home from my father's house,
I am from Ireland to Scotland to UK to God knows where,
I am from my short mother and father with a truly short family,
I am from the pickup line You can call me Al and Paul Simon,
I am from my fantasy world that I call home,
I am from the strings of my guitar
And the keys of my piano that produce a soft sound when I press my fingers down on them,
I am from the therapy sessions that did not help me whatsoever,
I am from the tiny rock collection I have on my bookcase and the random stacks of books around my room,
I am from the large pile of records that cannot be used since I do not have a record player,
I am from obsessing with old and cool things,
I am from being able to write remarkable stories but no poems,
I am from a family who does not know how to say proper goodbyes...
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Where I'm From
PoetrySchool poem assignement about who we (my class) are ("i'm from")