Story flying, falling, shooting by.
Rumors passing, going round though we never ask why!
Poems riming, sighing, reminiscing.

People laughing, talking, yelling, screaming.
Doors opening, closing, slamming shut.
Prays being said to the great one above.
Longing, feeling, thinking, though it never lasts.
Faces crying, frowning, smiling, thinking about the past.

Looking in the mirror like somethings a miss.
Us wondering why everyone looks so ******.

Ever felt like you were abandoned.
Felt so lost that you were stranded.
To the point where there seems to be no way out.
So you have the weird one comes out to look and move about.

Cretan, ******, the weird one cries.
For Cretan cannot answer.
For the fact is that Cretan is the way out

If only you knew what I went through each day.
If only you knew how many dream you force to fly away.
If only you knew what I’d like to say.
If only you knew how many things you miss each day.

I wonder if then maybe,
You would understand why…

Why I act as I do,
Why I say what I say,
And how the way you acted made me feel this way.

If only, If only,
I may never be able to tell,
It may as well be this way.

I am the “one” who walks down your street.
I am a “girl” in your grade school who sits alone at lunch.
I am the “one” who ends up crying before the end of the day because of being teased in class.
I am the “girl” that is the “Teachers Pet”.
I am the “one” who looks back and says, “6th grade was the worst year ever.”

I am the “one” who try’s to help all.
I am the “one” who forgives and forgets.
I am the “one” who is gracious for all the friends she has now.
I am all these things and more,
But the question is Who are you?

I can’t stand you’re wining,
You’re brating,
You’re *******,
You’re scratching,
You’re hitting,
You’re hissing,

I can’t stand you butting in.
I can’t stand you not listening.
I can’t stand you being mean,
You thinking your all that but your just obscene.

I can’t stand it!
To the point it makes me snap,
When all I want to do is take a nap.

I can’t stand you shouting without reason,
Crying, when it’s just not the season.

Ooo, I can’t stand you,
I wish I could,
But, I can’t stand you,
I know I should.

Brave men and women died today
Soldiers and prisoners of war,
Unfair some say.

Their families now torn, So far away from each other.
Children born without fathers there,
Widowed mothers left to care.

A people brave at heart,
Blind to what they know not,
Information hidden to prevent thought.

Fighting for land and power,
Though the reason is not known,
It has yet to be shown.

Fighting for land and power with their lives they pay,
Fighting in hope to show a better way.

A person has lied,
The one we looked to most,
To show even a meek glint of hope,
When war, destruction, and terror is all you promote.