I am from old magazines with dusty covers
Disney collectibles that are long overdue
Hair bands and scrunchies that are blue

I am from a family with bonds
With Aunt Laura boasting to uncle Jon
I am from a world with "You break it you buy it"
Or just run away in fear

I am from locked up diaries
To stories that remain untold
To jokes that are never explained
And lies that are complained

I am from the moments you remember when you were two
to when you first began to chew

I am from the events that happen for a reason
But never turn out the way you want them to be