I am from woods
Behind the house and around the school
With people sometimes but mostly in solitude.
I am from fantasy
Tomes, stories, and tales
Harry Potter, The Belgariad, Lord of the Rings
All types of books, but fantasy's best, undeniably.
I am from beautiful minds that are cursed
With ideas that could solve all the world's problems, even the worst,
But because they can't share them, to keep their thoughts they are forced.
I am from paranoia
Without any base
From psychiatrists who gave me pills
Some who tried talking with me
And some who said, "Kid, just buck up, face your fears, and shut your damn face."
Finally, I guess, I'm from nothing, nobody.
In the end I'm alone,
And that's just how I like it.