I think to understand poetry a little better you need to know some background on the actual poet. It creates a certain depth and meaning to the poem. I'm 17 not and in October I'll be 18 and adult! Its a scary thought. I have 4 siblings. One of which is my twin (fraternal) we were suppose to be triplets but I guess god got lonely before it was born. I was born 80% but its was all corrected before I was 5. Again I have 4 siblings and they liked to call me names and never talked to me much. From everything people haven't really looked at me like I was normal. Awkward strange looks always hit me. I never liked to be "normal." When I was younger I played with bricks even though I had perfectly good barbie dolls and toys. I was a hard core Christian until about 5th grade. Thats when my Mom had a seizure and had brain surgery. It was tough she had slightly altered personality after that. What I later found out is while my mom was in the hospital my father had an affair with my mom with my best friends parents. Then my mom eventually had an affair in attempt to get back at him. By 6th grade I had gotten in to alcohol I was pricking (thats when you poke needles into your skin its the equivalent to cutting but no scars) and I had suicidal thoughts. I also denounced any religious matter. I refused to go to church or anything. Then eventually things kept getting worse. From memory I attempted suicide about 67 times. I mastered an art of acting "happy." Not even my FAMILY knew what was going on. I seemed normal and happy to everyone. My last attempt of suicide was in the summer of 8th grade to freshman year in high-school. I was finally going to do it, and even if I didn't some one was going to find me for once. Well Right as I held the knife to my neck I heard laughter in the other room, and it turned out to be my little sister. It was her laugh that made me think things weren't as bad as I thought. I never picked up anything to kill myself again. However I didn't stop pricking until I was brought back to church. That was freshman year. I realized what I walked away from and I prayed for weeks and one day I hit my hands (were I mainly pricked) and felt the feeling come back into them. That was the end of that. I was a happy girl for once. Believe it or not I still drank as a christian girl. Believe it or not I was still a virgin and never kissed anyone until My first year of high-school drunk at a party. When I sobered up that was my final straw and the last drop to touch my lips in the last 3 years. So here I am 17. Christian sober happy teenage girl. Thats my story and maybe my poems will have a little meaning when you read them now.