I'm from the ashes, of a broken house upon a crumbing foundation, a broken family, <br />Molded and shaped by the arguments, the yelling, the sadness and frustration, <br />I'm from the books, the world I'd go to hide, to escape <br />I'm from nights spent staring at my ceiling, feeling lost, afraid <br />From the long hours spent alone, avoiding the yelling, isolation <br />A place no child should know, no child should see, should be <br />A place that ruins childhoods, that cuts, that scars bone deep <br />I'm from the ashes, of a broken house upon a crumbling foundation, a broken family,<br /><br />Michael Carlson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-i-m-from-39/
