From What??

This is how I feel about my life most of the days.

I am from the screams
the angry nights of yelling.
I am from beneath my bed
the only place that is safe.
I am from the fresh pine
the lone smell as I ran so far…

I am from her merlot
as I swirl in her wineglass
feeling sick like a tilt-o-whirl.
I am from empty plates and bowls
laying jagged and shattered in the sink,
shattered the way here has shattered me.

I am from the hollow promises
leading to the insecurities.
I am from the tears,
tears of the only being that truly cared.
I drift away and vanish
as do they…

I am from a life,
filled with lies and hatred.
I am from a world,
one I don’t recognize or belong.
I am from myself,
The only place I fit.