Before I Wtite This Poem

Before I Write This Poem

Before I write this poem and expose my life,
I have a few questions

But why should I?

Why should I reveal myself to you on this worthless piece of paper?
Why tell my life to a complete stranger?
Wouldn’t it be better to just tell you in person?

But I suppose I will share a slice
Of my life

My life what it seems
It’s filled with horrible things
That no girl should ever witness
In their lives

I watched my grandfather
Drop to the floor
And as his heart beat slowed down
I laughed thinking he was playing a game

But then soon after
I was hit in the face
By reality

I watched the man I loved the most
Walk out the door
Leaving me and my mother
Rotting like an old tuna fish sandwich
I saw my Aunt Diane
Cremated into ashes
Just because she didn’t know
When to stop drinking

I saw my 14 year old friend
Ly in his coffin
Because he wanted to take a walk
With his older brother


No one knows why these things happen

Or who they will happen to

All we can do is try to stop
The unknown

This is my life
As a poem
But this still does not tell
Who I am

And I still don’t know myself