Poem - being on the edge

I wrote this poem yesterday and then blogged about it in prose but I think it works best and succinctly as a poem. Let me know what you think!

Being on the edge

My dad
Used to blame
My moodiness as a teenager
On my bad Welsh blood

My mum told me
Not to despise working class people
But she never said me where I belonged

growing up
In a small town
I longed for
The freedom of the city

Now I live freely
In a city
I miss the warm cloying
Small town community

The story of my life
Has been about
Being on the edge
And not belonging
Shot through
With moments
Of shared connection
With people

I am
and
we are

I am both
I and we
And
Sometimes
Lost in between