Part of me (Poems)

Salad :

You are a salad
Everything is mixed up to make you
Your friends are the tomato's
You are the Letts
All the love you get is the bowl
All the hurt and worry you get are the ranch that's goes on top
Thought with ranch...
It at some point moves to the bottom and is forgotten
But the love that is the bowl will always be there
Your family is the napkin you use
The napkin is there to wipe the hurt and worry away
You are the salad that this all goes to
You are the one thing that connects all these things into one