I am from gruesome nights of fighting on the tennis court,

I am from hours of demonic basketballs, refusing to go in the hoop.

Intense...

I am from 10pm Bucks games,

I am from speeding, smiling, somehow safe cars.

Wicked...

I am from an aggressive rock that shakes the walls,

I am from poetic rap that can put me to sleep.

Peaceful...

I am from smelling chocolate and cinnamon at Grandma’s house,

I am from a suburban home that smiles as guests enter.

Safe…

I am from new iPhones, Macs, and PCs,

I am from a family, blind to its potential.

Useless...

I am from staying up until midnight studying each night,

I am from desperately trying to get out of a hole.

Frantic…

I am from smashing objects, yelling and screaming,

I am from desperately trying to be okay with myself.

Dark...

I am from everyone telling me I’m fine, telling me I’m overreacting, telling me I’m fake,

I am from a family who is ashamed of who they are, and what they have become.

Clouded...

I am from secrecy like the FBI,

I am from not hearing the whole story.

Confused…

I am from decisions harder than titanium,

I am from pressure greater than the depths of the ocean.

Tough…

I am from the lowest point in the Marianas Trench,

I am from the highest point in Mount Everest.