the hurting

i am from poem

i am from photo books

from action figures and comic books

i am the couch corner

(lonely, self absorbed, detached)

i am from petunias

the flowers that mean deep resentment and anger

i'm from vacations and disappointment

from my mom and the person i thought I knew

i'm from the diligent and quick witted

from "i'm leaving for work" and now "i'm leaving you"

i'm from happiness, the part of me i lost

i'm from indiana in the middle of nowhere

(chocolate cream pies, cheesecakes)

from the way you lied to me and left me behind

the one who works all the time

in the closet where she cries

believing it was all a lie