She
She is a woman
She is extraordinarily talented.
She can do whatever She wants.
She can be whatever She pleases.
She doesn't take orders from anyone.
She does not stoop lover than He.
She is actually quite equal to He.
She has a kind soul.
She has a sweet heart.
She was created so He would not be alone.
But She was not created to live in ******* to He.
She was created to help He and to be with him.
But this does not mean She must be with He.
She can be with She.
She can be with It.
She can be with whomever She wishes.
She cannot be tamed.
She will ride on in fury to all those who might oppose Her,
so that She can live in peace.

The world loves you, She.
Don't ever leave us.

To fear one's own mind
Is to fear the very thing that states who you are.
Can you trust it?
No, you cannot.
But some will say they can
They struggle against it's will
They twist and turn
And they revel and burn
But none who dare hear it's thoughts
Ever came out alive.
So, I ask you
"What does this mean?"
Well.
That is for your mind to decide.

This is a reflection on the things I did in 2017. It is not a poem, but rather a list of things that happened in my life.

- I gained, lost, gained, lost, and gained a friend
- I fell in love
- I was renewed by my faith
- My father got a detox
- I discovered my true self
- I had 15 anxiety attacks
- I witnessed terrible attacks on U.S. soil
- I almost committed suicide twice
- I lied to my best friend twice
- I bonded with my family
- I discovered HePo
- I learned to draw & animate
- I got kitties!
- I got 80% of my school on my side
- I completed semester 1 of Freshman year


But most importantly...
I lived another year

There was a creek
Down in a hidden island
Called ******* Creek
Those who went down
And stood in it's waters
Were said to have drowned,
Crippled by the waters
Crippled by the stream
Crippled by the cold

So, I wander down to the creek
With hope that the waters
Might drown out my feelings
That they might sweep away the pain

So, I wander down to the ******* Creek
Hoping for it to take me
And one day I'll return
Anew, refreshed

Could you imagine
What it might be like
To be a camera
You might see...

France

A family

Beautiful forests

But what if your owner was a serial killer
Then you might see...

Blood

Death

Pain

Yes... a camera is a daring job.

It was quicker than light
It was over before it even started
I saw her
I killed her
That was it.
I walked up to her
And bam
The knife pierced her throat
She grabbed my wrists,
Trying to pull away.
She looked like she might scream
But she was unable, for the knife was blocking her from doing so.
So she sat, hands on my wrists, mouth wide open,
Before I ripped the knife out
She fell to her knees,
Looked down at the ground,
As blood streamed from her mouth
She fell down, face first
In the pool of crimson water
I walked a way
Without a thought
Of who she was
Or who she used to be