Where i'm from

I am from a picture perfect mess,
smiles as fake as a so-called private life.
I am from a tree of past and present addictions,
parents the nearest strand to sanity.
I am from shared secrets,
laughter and sorrow seeming to be the unbreakable chain.

I am from sarcasm,
born to be raised,
I am from sweet dirt streams,
Mud and water the same.
I am from thick blood,
bonds not meant to break.

I am from a stretched and worn tree,
where history tends to be repetitive,
I am from a town whose population seems to be discredited.
although, most decided to settle to be subtle with it.
I am from a family of past junkies, believers, dreamers, and outspoken speakers,
all living together as if You would leap to dream with Us.