Where I'm From

Where I'm From
I am from a broken home & spoken lies.
I am from the Nintendo that I grew up with.
I am from that swing, that swung me high.
I am from the bus that always gave me a lift.
I am from terrible memory.
I am from a blurry history.
I am from the carvings in my hallway.
I am from my fears that keep me awake at night.
I am from the ones who never have much to say.
I am from the youth that holds, in hand, the light.