How Did You Break In?

Stranger

I meet someone:

A blank slate.
A stranger.
You are nothing more to me.
“I’m your family” you say.
Blood relation?
DNA?
What are these things you speak of?
They mean nothing to me.
To me they don’t exist.
You have two paths in front of you.
Choose wisely. 
I'll be back later for an answer. 

I meet someone else:

You care for me.
You cheer me up.
I am forever loyal to you.
“A friend” you call it.
I use a different word.
Family.
That's what you are to me.
In my mind.
No need for this so called DNA
Or blood relation.
No matter what anyone else says.
You've chosen the right path.

Yet another person along the way: 

You push me around.
You call me names.
So what?
It does nothing to me.
You mess with my friends.
You know who they are?
My family.
Now you've crossed the line.
“Enemy”.
“Foe”.
These terms I know well.
They are what I use to describe you.
Wrong choice.
You're too far to turn around. 
Lost.

All three end up here.
Welcome.
This is the Inner Workings of my mind.
How did you break in?

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And now you've seen the reasoning behind the title of this book. I was planning on writing something else and THOUGHT I was writing something else. Then I stopped and stared at the screen for two minutes thinking "The hell?! This isn't what I remember typing!" I hate poetry anyways so I has no reasoning behind this. There are some poems I like it's just...poetry...why...I see no point-And I'm just gonna stop now. Bye~