Chapter 23, today this poem is about me,
This poem is about me, but just today you see,
Today I feel free, and filled with... I don't know, glee?
But not really, its just a silly fluctuation of hormones maybe,
Or perhaps a caffeine rush from the coffee I drank at 11:30.
Or maybe its just me having an epiphany,
An epiphany that others can see so easily,
That I am just a ******* freak.