I am from-

Nights of being unable to assuage the mental cacophony of self-doubt

Writing morose poetry to pass the time Until it's my own time

The viola And thimbles and books

An overworked mother An uncaring, drunk father

Twisted highs of euphoria to Lugubrious lows of dysphoria

The gallows at which Joy and Sanity were hanged

My asinine ramblings And my despondent silence