I am from forgotten songs,
From distorted guitars and double bass.
I am from late night TV
children shouldn’t be watching).
I am from the woods, the skate park
years spent in basements
to avoid those who love me.
I am from vampires and dragons,
from CDs and Neversoft.
I’m from the absentees
and the overbearing,
from painfully controlling to concerningly unaware.
I’m from passive christianity,
with subtle infidelities
and projected anxieties all of which
I seem to have inherited,
may have just been ingrained.
I’m from a perfect masquerade,
streets and houses that hide miseries and imperfections
(a haunting past, not allowed to be seen).
From crime TV and horror movies
I want to play a game
Cataclysmic an opposite of early morning afterschool cartoons.
A bookshelf stained and cluttered
filled with fantasies,
To distract me from tragedies.
I am from the facade of suburbia —
born with misfortune in my veins and shaped in a malignant world -
broken into dust and now finally shaping up.