Family doesn't mean you have to be related,
Or having a mom or dad,
Family are the people who stay with you,
Through the good times and the bad ones,
Their the people that give you their shoulder for you to cry on,
They support you for who you are and not what you are,
They love you and care for you, even if they know they won't get the same love in return,
They stay by your side, even if it means that their not in the picture anymore,
Those people are family, those are the ones who you can truly call family,
Because even if you think it's not true?
It is !
Family isn't based on Dad, mom, sister, and brother,
Family is based on surrounding yourself with the people you love the most,
The people you can stand next to and say "Hey? We made it together!"
That's what it means to be a family,
And if you can see it that way....then I don't know what family truly is..
By: Kathleen Tovar
I know what's it's like to be me,
it's not the greatest, but I manage to survive,
I'm an average teenage girl who just happens to not be liked or loved,
I know that I'm not pretty like the other girls,
I know that I'm not the smartest girl either.
I know that, and I'm not fine with it, even though in the end,
I know that I won't find the love of my life,
That I'll live alone, and end up dying alone.
I know this....I know this because I'm ugly, weird, and unsocial,
I know that even if I try to act pretty and wear makeup, no one will notice me,
It's just how life is, sometimes the things you want, never come to you.
That's me all the time.....I just wish...
I wish I was prettier like the other girls,
I wish I was smarter like the other girls,
I wish I wasn't me...
Because being me isn't a wonderful thing,
Being me is carrying four thousand tons of nothing, but hate, depression, anxiety, and guilt.
I would love to switch places with someone else,
But that would never happen,
If only I wasn't my ugly self.
By: Kathleen Tovar
I see for myself and there's nothing,
nothing but an empty shattered mirror,
There's no reflection, nothing.
As I turn to see my surroundings, there's nothing.
Nothing, but a white room with a shattered mirror,
I stand alone looking in every direction, but there's nothing,
Nothing at all except me and the mirror,
I stare at it once more and I see nothing,
There is no night or day, nor are you hungry nor tired.
There's nothing.
I look at myself and I have no shadow,
I have nothing,
I scream, yell and cry and nothing,
I have no voice,
I was nothing,
I looked at the mirror again and I finally knew what it was,
I no longer exist,
I felt nothing,
For I was dead......
by: Kathleen Tovar