We have a bond
A bond that will never be broken
We are family
We might not be the happiest one but we are
You might not think that this is family
But we are
There might be a little separation
But not much
This family is full of second chances
Somedays it is like, "Hell, let's just get it over with."
But other days it is like "I am so sorry we will fix it as well as we can.
This family is like no other.
We have one thing in common
That is the bond between each other
You might think this is a stupid story
But this story is like no other
It is made of the blood and sweat we have built together
The days we have it bad
Are the days that we get to have a little laugh
The day we have it good we have a laughing party
This bond is like no other
it is the very bond held by the rope and spit
The blood and sweat
The very bond that is made between the awkwardness
between the weird and the silly
This bond is...well...so hard to explain because...well, because it is hard to explain
We are a family
What kind of family are we?
I don't know you would just have to come and see

When you sent the text I knew that it would be an issue
I knew that I had to choose
When I choose him I knew it would be hard to get the right words
To tell him that I love him
When you sent I love you, I didn't know if I was ready
If I was ready to say it back
When I did I knew that I would never let you go
I knew that our love would be too strong
When you sent the text it was hard to tell if I knew it was the right choice
But the more time I spend with you the more I know I made the right choice
The more time I spent with you the more I loved you
The more text's we send to each other makes me miss you even more.
When I choose you, you made my life complete
You made me type this poem
Made a poem that is full of joy and happiness
Whenever I see your name pop up on my phone
I start to blush
When I told you that you where the romantic one I meant it
You held hands with me when I walked through hell and back
Your willing to take a bullet for me
I said "I love you" because I mean it
When you text me and call me babe
I get butterflies
When you text me I can't help but smile
But when I text you I'm scared that you won't text me back
That you will just read it and leave
This is my text to you
"Don't Leave Me"

What is high school without the drama
Without the boyfriend
Without the rude bully
That isn’t all high school
High school is different from that
It is the moment you become independent
You become that person you have always dreamed of being
Everything has a reasoning
High school… is to prepare you for the real world
Elementary school is for little kids to have fun
Middle school is like hey a little more responsibility yeah!
Everything has a reasoning
When things go down with your parents
It is like the world would be swept off your feet
Like there would be no tomorrow
But things… Good or bad ALWAYS has a reason
You might not think it some days
But reasons are just another way of trying
High school is another way of trying
Try to figure out how life begins and end
It might come with a bang
But it could also end with a bang
Middle school is just a trial and error type situation
Not high school that is if you make an error than that is that
No more, because you have to redo everything.
No more, "If I fail this I can just redo it"
Wrong!
You can't do that in high school
If you flunk the test you have to retake it
Freshman in high school is all about boys
nothing more
they first flunk because of the boys
and then things go bad because they don't have the life they wanted
all because of a boy that they know would break their heart
sophomores and juniors know finally know how important life is
they would actually do their homework and worry about the final draft
Seniors...well...they are just seniors
they have to worry about what they are going to do after they graduate
What college they are going to go to
if they are going to take a break after that
what they will do if they don't make it to college
That is all the seniors think
But that is not the point
The point is…
That is how ALL high schoolers talk
To parents
Boyfriends
everyone

Everyone's always asking are you ok
Are you depressed?
It is natural to say I'm fine
But are we really?
Everyone never reacts to the thought that we might not be ok
In our minds things can be serious, in our minds, everything can be real
The next day we get a note in our locker
It says
”I care about what you are thinking, please tell me what is wrong…”
But the thing was they are the problem
We keep on answering the note they gave us
It might have been a little white lie
In our minds, we kept saying
”It is hard to answer the question what is wrong when nothing's right”
What are we going to do about these feelings, we can't hide them or people will notice
But we don't want to tell anyone or they will think we are crazy
People don’t understand what is happening in our minds
People don’t understand why they are being treated like they are a nothing
People try to act like they understand but do they really understand
Do they really understand the pain we are going through
Do they really know why we snap
Do they really know what we are thinking about
No, they don’t they don’t understand anything
They don’t understand about the world hunger that is happening
They don’t understand about the world hate
They don’t understand the fate that is leading towards them
So the question is “Are you?”
People always ask what are you saying
What are you talking about
Are you going to be the one that helps us
Are you going to be the one there
Are you?

Why did you choose the guy over me
Why did you let me go
What made you think that I am ok
I am not ok
I am not letting you ruin my life
I am not going to let your mistakes hurt me
You say he is the love of your life
But is he?
Is he the one you want to ruin your life with
Is he the one you want to have a fifth child with
You  keep on telling me no but is it the truth
Is it the reason you gave me up
Is it the reason  YOU put this drama in my life
All these questions have been going through my mind my whole life
All of these questions you can’t even answer yourself
Why is it that the choices you are making affecting me
You are speechless because you know I am right
You know that the pain is becoming too much
Are you the reason
Is he the reason
I don’t even know anymore
I don’t even know if you are my mother
If you were a true mother you would understand why I wrote this poem
If you were a true mother you would do anything to get me back
You would do anything to have me call you my mother
You would do anything to gain my trust back
Why the choices
Are you the one that has to change
Is it me that has to change
I don’t even know the answer to that question
Are people supposed to give you sympathy
What are we supposed to do about it
We can’t do anything because it is your fault
It is your fault you lost everything
It is your fault that everything went wrong

People say to stay the same,
To never change.
What happens when they try to change me?
Do I do what they say?
Do I stay the same person they first met?
As soon as I walked out that door,
People rushed to me about what to change
I was just fine before you came
I just needed to go away from the pain
The pain that was caused by the guy she "loved"
You gave me a lot,
A roof over my head, clothes on my back,
And I appreciate that,
But that doesn't give you the right to change who I am.
And you need to understand that
I might seem like I might not care
But life is so hard when you always have to cope with depression
You might be the "adult"
But I deserve to have a voice
I deserve to be able to say something without you calling me names
Like a ***** or snotty ***,
Ever since I stepped out of that car
It seemed like you tried to make my life yours
It made it look like you were trying to fix your past with my future
My future has nothing to do with your past
The past is in the past
Can't you accept that!

How does life work?
You can't build your way up starting in midair
Must you start with a base?
How will you get there?
Must you hit rock bottom?
But why must you do that?
There has to be an explanation
Why must you want to hit rock bottom to grow in life?
Because things can take down that structure
Like boyfriends
Deaths
Depression
What is the point?
Hitting rock bottom would make things feel like there is no more way up
Most people say that it is better but how would they feel when that happens to them
Hypocrite...

Why can you JUST choose me?
Why can't you just look at me like I am the only person in the world?
Is it something I did?
When I first met you,
You were the only person there in my world
I was thinking about what we could have become
But you had never seen me in that way
Once I told you that you were the only one in my world
You laughed in my face
What were you thinking once you did that?
Did you think that I was joking?
Well guess what,
I told you the truth!

I am from the disney life
The happily ever after dream
I am from the Ohana family
Where we are never forgotten or left behind
I am from capturing every moment
When i stick them on a wall of memories
I am from the smells of the new year
Lighting up the entire room
Like a wildfire, warm and bright
I am from save the planet
Where reduce, reuse, and recycle exists
I am from the kitchen
From the jars of love
I am from the joys of contests
From snowmen to races
I am from the blasts of the field
Woodwinds, Brass, and Percussion
I am from the heart of love
From helping the homeless
To helping those who have fallen
I am from a family of noodles
Europe and Asia
I am from the many
From many friends and family
I am from the family of arguments
And struggles
I am from a small town
Where character is everything
I am from the heat of the summer
And the chills of the winter
I am from a place where anything
And everything is possible
I am from the welcome home wags
Like trees dancing in the wind on a stormy day
I am from the heartbreak and the sarows
From the hello’s and goodbye’s
From the healthy and sick
I am from that happily ever after love
from the dumb mistake the people in horror movies make
I am that mistake

I knew I loved you when you walked through that door
I knew I loved you when you first put your arms around me