Falling..( im not sure what to call this..but its interesting.)

I sit here.
Just thinkin bout me an you.
thinkin bout my sis..
who is farther from me then
ever before..

I sit here..readin all my poems..
wonderin why I had to turn out
like this. So now I sit here
writin this poem about a life
i dont understand..mine.

I can read a million poems
and understand each and every
one..but when i look
at my own words..they just
look so foreign.

I feel the pain in every word
i read ..but in mine
I just dont get it. I just dont get
why all this has to be happenin
to me...why i have to have a
past that few know about.

But life is full of suprises..
maybe someday they will
clear out...or maybe they will
be a fog forever..

nobody really knows..i dont
care what anybody says..
so you look at things in
ways so that everything
will turn out purfect..
or you can look at the
world as it is..as reality
shows it..

So now its all you...
you cant depend on
anything else.Live it up..
cause if ya dont.
you might fall.

I AM NOT SO SURE THIS IS A POEM..I JUST STARTED WRITING..NOT SURE WHAT IT WAS GONNA TURN OUT TO BE.