I Found Out.

When I was 2, I found out how I was made. With your help. In other words…

When I was 7, I found out you were the only one who supported me through out my first days of junior high.

When I was 11, I found out you were the only one companion who stuck with me through out desperate times.

When I was 13, I found out you started the distance and no talk issue.

When I was 15, I found out that you forgave me for my actions but ridiculously allowed me to date that hypocritical Jesus wannabe. That was like telling me Osama would be shaggable if it was Bush.

When I was 17, I found out you truly hated the boy whom I love.

When I was 18, I found out how imperfect you are, to the point where it’s dislikable, really.

Now that I am 19, I found out I can’t stand staying under the same roof as you.