I am from...

I am from the dangling metal masterpiece.
I believe its supposed to hang right.
Giving it a fixer upper might do the trick.
And ruin its abnormal light.

I am from the maroon lady.
Who can never stand straight.
Her clothes never fit quite right.
She has lost all meaning due to the wait.

I am from the depths of my hole.
Fingers clicking and clacking, time wasted.
Reading the latest "lol" or "j/k"
My own newspaper re-pasted.

I am from the beat of a bass guitar.
Four strings each plucking my heart.
A familiar tune ringing in my head.
So beautiful that I've loved it from the start.

I am from the disaster proof safe.
Only one knows the belongings inside.
Only one knows the secret dial.
Creating a whole New World one being has eyed.

I am from the beautiful, disastrous dandelion.
As glamorous as a flower, yet considered a killer weed.
No thorns for nicks, no poisonous outer shell causing itches.
Just a strange inner side trying send off its equivalent seed.