This was written when my 16 year old sister wasn't home at midnight, which was after the legal hours she could drive…

When you weren't home,

At one am,

It worried me so much,

You're only 16.

Why aren't you here?
It's one am,

I'm worried about you.

You aren't that kind of girl,

You just aren't that type.

It's 1:03,

We're still waiting for you.

I text "Where are you?"

You reply "I died."

I say "Not funny."

You say. "Whatever."

Why aren't you here?

It's one am,

I'm worried about you.

You aren't that kind of girl,

You just aren't that type.

It's 1:16,

You still aren't here.

Where you are,

I don't care.

I just wish you were her,

To end all of this fear.

Why aren't you here?
It's one am,

I'm worried about you.

You aren't that kind of girl,

You just aren't that type.

I text people worridly,

"Have you seen JP?"

Each response was the same,

"I didn't think she was that type."

I thought you were different,

From SM, (AN. My other sister,)

But I guess you weren't.

You weren't one in a million,

You were just one in ten.

Why aren't you here?
It's one am,

I'm worried about you.

You aren't that kind of girl,

You just aren't that type.

It's 1:45 am,

You walk in the door.

Scolded by mom, dad, and me.

You yell,

You sceam,

But I don't care.

It's 1:45,

The end of the fear.

You weren't different from SM,

You are that type of girl.

And you aren't one in a million,

You are just one in ten.