I was born in Seattle, Washington to my mom and my dad.
My brothers were to be the best brothers I could ever have had.
I was happy for 6 months, then we packed up our bags for somewhere else.
There we stayed for 5 years, even though the only one to play with was myself.
Then we moved back home, home sweet home at last.
I was ready for the absolute blast.
Then my sister was brought home, and I became second best.
Everything I wanted became this century's jest.
Then we moved again, to somewhere far.
This place was harsh, ruining my friend radar.
We moved back home again, and I was ready to leave.
Then I went to a phony school, which I could not believe.
The people I met were so beautiful and kind.
Then 'nerd' was how they all had me defined.
I made a real friend, only for her to stab my back.
I fell down, weighed down with my heart's big crack.
I turned to my brothers for all the support they gave 14 years ago.
Then I learned the important phrase "easy come, easy go".
I retreated into myself, resolved never to come out.
Then I was coaxed out, even if my face held a pout.
I became vulnerable, I shared everything I thought and felt.
Then stabbed again, and I had now been dealt.
I celebrated my 15th birthday today.
I feel as if all I ever did was pray.
God, if you're listening, I swear to you.
I have no idea of what I'm to do.
