Just a Name
It has no special meaning, wasn't given to me because of someone special. My name was one they found they liked. No special reason, just because. It's not my favorite name choice, but I would never like to be called anything else. It's something my parents gave me, that I can never lose. It defines who I am and keeps me from being who I am not. Me. This is who I am and who I will always be. A little part of my parents that I keep with me. Something from a time when they were in love. The love has long since faded, but my name is a way to remember. No special meaning, but a reminder of a special time. This is my name. Sometimes I wonder if they wish to forget about those times, but I hope they can't forget. I hope my name makes them remember how things used to be. Like a little piece of the life I could have had, if the love had not faded.
Something Inside
A spot of my own. A place I cannot be found. One spot to be alone, but not lonely. A place surrounded by trees. Some place where I am understood. Where I am accepted for who I am and who I want to be, not who I am supposed to be. This is the place I wish to be. The old house in the middle of the city. The place where no one ever goes. It looks so out of place, but it is more beautiful then the houses that surround. This is how I feel inside. In a world of the new and improved I am still just plain old me. Nothing special, like this house. Where the paint is peeling, and the gate is bent out of shape. The grass is overgrown and it really isn't even grass anymore, only weeds. Something I see inside that you don't, is the potential beauty it once had. The beauty inside, the joy it brings. Just by opening the door, I see a whole other side of the old place. Something like I feel inside.
Two Homes
Two different families, two different worlds. Two places to call home. Two places surrounded with family. Two whole families to make me feel complete, yet they make me feel more torn. Each is unique in its own way. Loving them all differently. My brothers and I live under one roof, but on different sides of the path. Walking the trail sometimes meeting at a cross, but never stopping for to long. My sisters in dresses and bows trying to follow my road, but keep falling in the prints of my shoes. Having me to pull them up again, where I once had no one. Two homes and two lives, a broken family. With one small thread to try to tie them together again.
More Then You Know
Look at us and you would never see how much we really mean to each other. One in pretty pink dresses and bows. Another in baggy sweatshirts and blue jeans. One more in heavy make-up and ripped black jeans. Me and my sisters. Closer then we appear. Loving each other with a love I never thought was possible. Being years younger then me, I cannot share everything with them that they share with me. I have secrets from them, but I am always there by their side.
One glance and you would think we are like any other siblings. Who constantly fight. My brother, a smaller less girlie version of myself. We clash. But when times get tough we are always there for each other. Another brother, less like me. Less outspoken and more like how society wishes us to be. Loving them with a love different from that of my sisters, but just as equal.
