Just the right amount off kilter
Me, I don't know what to call myself
I've heard plenty of ideas
Independent, crazy, smart, talkative
I am a seventeen year old girl
I'm a girl with a history full of ups and downs
I'm a girl with a family who's been pushed to the limits
I'm a girl who survives to the end and back
Big laugh
Out spoken
And just the right amount off kilter
Big family full of brothers, sister, aunts, uncles
All with their own opinions
All a little louder then the next
All a little crazy
Stories of the past constantly being told
Like making forts on the beach with my sisters
Going on trail rides with my mom
Or our family's fun white elephant gifts
With booming laughter
You become less afraid to share your opinion
Almost to a fault
My family is everything to me
What so many people say
But when they get taken away
They become more of everything
Because it's the surroundings that collapse
I've had to learn to adapt
When the ground beneath me is constantly falling
I learned to jump and adjust to my surroundings
Boulders would fall and take me back, but I always charged forward
From a sister with cancer
A dad with kidney transplants and a motorcycle accident
And a brother who survived an IED blast
And we survived
When people I love get hurt, I fight my way through
When they disappear I gripped onto whatever is closest
When they die
I learn to fall gracefully
It's when the world fell apart that I learned who I was
And what's important
Along the way of having the world thrown in my face,
I found passion
Lying, while not useless, becomes you it's different
You learn how to adjust to the reality of others
You want to define me
Think of how I can modify myself to my surroundings
Think of how when the ground crumbles I won't fall
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