I am From...

I am from a beautiful disaster I like to call life,

 its perfectly imperfect.

I am from finding myself through being me,

being free.

I am from being completely oblivious to all the blessings in the little things.

I am from never noticing the world around me.

I am from the love and support that has been provided my whole life.

I am from a broke childhood and growing up alone.

I am from something else always being more important,

 and never being good enough.

I'm from forgiveness,

my father broke my heart before anyone had a chance to,

 and a distant mother who doesn't know any expression. 

I am from not knowing.

I'm from no sense of gratitude or obligation.

I am from providing myself with everything I have,

all the support I will ever need,

and not depending on anyone but myself.

My life is full.

I am finally free,

I am ME.