I Am From

I am from the rain,
The land of silver teardrops
And broken dreams.
I am from the snow-capped mountains,
Enclosed by the darkness of winter,
And from the innocence
That seemed
To fade away.
I am from the bittersweet memories
Of yesterday's joys,
Long since forgotten,
Crammed in the back of a heart
Bruised and broken once more.
I am from the end of the beginning
And starting all over again.

I am from the pain
Of long lost loves
Never to be seen in another day.
From the heartaches
And from the band-aids
Used to conceal them.
I am from the cold stare of hate
The name-calling
The apples don't mix with oranges.
I am from the childhood nightmares,
The monsters under the bed.