I was in 5th grade when I traded in my chapter books for a freshly bought notebook and an ink pen.
              "These kids don't know me from Adam and Eve and sometimes I feel like they hate me more than they see me" I was only 11 years old.

I'll never forget my teacher making me stand in front of that podium and recite my poem out loud because he said it was the most amazing words he's ever read.  

  I'm almost done with high school now and I still don't know if this writing **** is really for me...
       I've wrote more sonnets than I have ever spoken. More ****** have taken advantage of me than my mom has seen me cry.
My poems have become an illusion of my painful life.........
   And this time this might really be my last line.