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It has recently occured to me that my friends hardly know who I am, I mean we talk to each other about, games, tv shows, music and we tell jokes, but they don't much about me, it's true, they probably don't even know my favourite colour ( it's teal or light blue).
Well they about my depressing past, but I think every body I know knows about that.
Any way who ever reads this poem will know more about me than my "friends".

The 24 of June I was born.
5 years later my dad died I was left to mourn.
But as thing started to get better,
My mum went to the docter, she had cancer.
Her bad disease
Brought so much pain she fell to her knees.
Near the end she couldn't even speak,
She could only blink by the end she was to weak.
You could barely tell she was alive,
And even then we believed she could thrive.
I'm still scared from when I saw her die,
For the next week I stayed in bed and cried!
That's enough for my past,
Now for my fears and this list is vast!
My biggest fear is that I'll end up like my dad,
I will never get as drunk as he had,
He was always screaming at my mother,
It's a gift he never hit her, they "loved" each other.
If I ever get married and happily wed,
She'll be safe a long as I am not dead.
I learnt from my dad's mistakes,
These I shall never forgot for goodness sake.
That is my biggest fear,
Know you know I'm not aswell strung as I appear!

Sooo..... Who ever reads that will now me more than my friends.