*I don't know where this came from or if I like it, but I figured I'd post it anyway.*
Tell me a story about your sister.
The one, who,
When she was six years old,
Refused to eat or drink anything
And became so sick she fainted,
Had to be rushed to the hospital,
And had to stay there for a week.
You came to visit her.
Each and every day.
Tell me why you loved her then.
Tell me a story about your daughter.
The one, who,
When she was still pretty young,
Was riding in front of sister on a bike
And somehow got her foot and ankle
Stuck between the spokes of the wheel.
She screamed at the top of her lungs when she met pavement
Making everyone look up.
She'd never seen you run so fast in all her life.
Tell me why you stopped running.
Tell me a story about your best friend.
The one, who,
In the sixth grade stood out from everybody else,
Looked your way with a smile and a shake of her blond hair
And captured your attention for the next three years.
You didn't always like her, but you always loved her.
Even when she was being unreasonable and you both knew it.
She was always the only one you knew you could count on
Even when she hated the decisions you were making.
Tell me why you decided to leave her.
Tell me a story about your aunt.
The one, who,
At the young age of one,
Decided that it would be fun to try
And change your diaper.
The same one you grew up with and told everything too.
The one who beat up anyone who had anything
Negative to say about you.
You always told her she'd be a major part of your life.
Tell me when you started growing apart, and how she never noticed.
Tell me a story about your reflection.
The one, who,
At the age of sixteen,
Looks but can't seem to see the person everyone else does.
The one who feels trapped instead of free.
The one who gives everything and doesn't expect or receive
Anything back.
She's been staring at you for the past hour.
Wondering how she got from there to here.
Tell me when she became who she swore she’d never be.
