We Are All of a Simile

In this world, we encounter things in which we realize. In this world, what lies within us, is only the facts of life. Within this world, we are to overcome our fears and factualization. And from within this world, I've have overcome the painful rifes: My mother is like a psychiatric person who had stopped taking their medication Because every time, she seems to be able to kill every day with her own self-frustration. My father is like a hypocritical liar who cannot stick to one statement at a time Because everything he says he will do to make everything better always just does the same thing like my mother; another senseless crime. My sister is like a prudent princess who has her ups and downs. Because she is strong in what she believes in, along with the fact that she expects a lot out of me and from all around. My best friend is like a lost animal being driven away from the current of the sea, Because she and I are no longer the best of friends we used to be. My nephew is like the little angel that gave all his light to the earth Because ever since he had shown his light, he had been called back Home to watch the miracles rebirth. My nephew's little brother is like a bundle of joy that constantly reminds me of his older brother in respect and honor, Because everything he did, every little laugh that came out of his little mouth, was as inspiring as his older brother's voice that always pondered. My friends are like those caffeine products that exceed excitement Because every time I seem to have fallen down, they are always the ones to be my enlightenment. My enemies are like those prying voices that seem to try to break through my mind Because with all their might they try to fill my life with echoing lies tend to become entwined. My life is like a roller coaster that has its ups, downs, and also its broken stops from dysfunction Because of all the tragic twist and turns of events that are attracted to my distinction. My reflection of my own self is like those lying mirrors found in a fun house, created to lie; Because from things that I have been influenced with; lying comes very easily to me with no one even bothering to ask why.