I am from a hospital
from boring days and all night parties
I am from swinging lazily
From street with friendly people and lots of friends
I am from giants posters
From the devils poster to
I am from the kitchen with the counter
From my blue bed and the pool out back
I am from parents
From arguments with my sister and our fights
I am from hiding from the hole in my basement
From old swingset and and the frogotten toys under my bed
I am from hiding from the darkness
From my house and the tree out front
I am from throwing out old clothes and terrible childhood memories
From my airsoft rifles and my penquin Artie
I am from hiding under beds
From watching movies and playing hockey
I am from a messy room
From loud music and pepperoni pizza
I am from never sleeping
From doing nothing from dying of boredom
I am from talking out the trash
From my loud Italian family and loving parents