A Honest Poem. From Me: For You:

I come from a cookie cutter family. Where mom works too late, my brothers don't use their table manners, and somewhere in the mix there are even some daddy issues... I don't have a sister so I guess that's were I fit in... 

I can't sing and I never learned how to play the piano. I heard the Killers for the first time in 4th grade and they are still my favorite band.

I look in the mirror a lot. 11% of the time its because I think I have something in teeth. 89% of the time its because I am searching for the beauty in my reflection the everyone else seems to see but me. And I've forgotten what it was like to never wear make-up...

I have never been in love but, I am crazy for the boy with the crooked smile that dances to his own beat. 

I go to church every Sunday and hear the same holy words that I've heard for 17 years of my life. And every Sunday, those words pierce my fickle heart. But, I haven't read my scriptures in awhile. I figure its because I have a to do list a 100 miles long and never trying, usually come before doing anything ambitious.

I have pockets full of secrets and I am neck deep with regrets.

My bones are shaking and I have butterflies in my stomach. That's how I know that all of this is real.

There's not much left to say but, here I am. Take me if you can.

-Darla Roe