Forget all of our webchats,
Forget our fake hugs when we reunited,
Forget the fake love we shared,
And forget our laughs and moments of bonding.
You've hurt me more than you could ever imagine,
And don't try to be friends with me out of guilt,
Because the past can never be erased,
You are honestly a disgrace!
Why sit here and think about you,
After all the pain you put me through,
Neglect, wanting to have *** constantly, and showing no affection towards me,
But there's a whole lot more,
Just not enough to put on paper.
All I was was nice to you,
And you very much exploited me,
And for that I can never forgive you,
You selfish boy!
I used to think you cared about my family,
Friends and sick relatives,
But I now realize you never did.
But I have people who will always love and care about me!
Do me a favor,
And stop texting and calling me out of guilt,
Because you know you never really loved me,
You just wanted to show me off for the time being!
Let's think realistically,
You cared more about yourself than you ever did me!
You put me last of your priority list and you ******* with my head,
For many months!
But I can say one thing about you,
You're very clever,
Into making me fall for you,
But I'm not as stupid as you think,
I'm so done with you!
Even after I write this poem,
I still care about you a smidge,
And I have not a clue of why,
But I know one thing to be true,
I'm leaving you forever; goodbye.

If I died today,
Would the people care,
Would they take notice,
Of every wound implanted; every tear?
But my soul has died today,
And my heart, a solid black,
Then the tears came again,
If only I died a heart-attack.

I hate him more than hell,
He's psychotic and always yells.
I can never impress him in any way,
He's bitter every day.
I hate him for not caring for me,
For not giving me a chance to be free.
I'm trapped inside his rules,
O thank God I changed schools.
I couldn't bear living another day in this house,
I feel as weak as a mouse.
I'm sick of him,
As simple as that,
He never gets along with me,
And that's a fact.
It's all pretend,
You see,
He is omnipotent only,
Just let me be.
Every day gone by,
I see him and cry.
Our relationship has drowned,
He's disappointed in me,
I've found.
I feel like I'm the one to blame,
Throughout this everlasting game.

I was doing so well not texting him for 10 days despite him texting me,
Then I blew it and texted him yesterday.
Now I have to start all over again,
And this time I'm considering never texting him again.
I hate him with all my might,
He's so selfish and likes to take control.
I hate him,
Simple as that.

I know it's hard for us to see each other,
But I wanted to tell you,
You make life worth living every day.

He finds pleasure in teasing and annoying the hell out of me,
But I've learned to ignore his immaturity.
Nomatter how book smart a person may be,
It will never defy him/her as a human being.

You're always with me,
Through sorrow and pain,
Through the warmth grasp of your hand,
My darling, you sustain.
I'm hiding something intimate,
Something no one should know,
You'll trust me, my beloved girl,
In any way, we shall go.
You're in my arms,
Always and forever,
I'm holding you my girl,
You are beyond wise and clever.
The deep concern I feel,
When you're not with me,
I'm irrational and upset,
I'm as depressed as can be.
I love you my dear,
We'll always be together,
Even though you may not be here now,
You're in my arms forever.

I've got it!
It's not only that he wanted to have *** with me,
He actually still cared about me,
But not enough to handle a serious relationship!

He threw our relationship away,
To get back the life he used to have.
What a secretive ****!

Sometimes the hardest things you'll have to do in life,
Is accepting yourself.

I don't need a man to warm me up;
I just need something significant to happen,
To make me a much happier, healthier person.

Life provokes obstacles,
That is encountered by many,
Pursuing such unique careers,
Cost a fortune; not a penny.
Life is vivacious,
Filled of laughter set by younger ones,
The memorable days of homework,
Yes, there was tons!
Life tells of a novel,
In which humanity grows,
Successful or not,
God always knows.
Being able to succeed in a future life,
Is not folly, yet a gift,
Taking chances and risking pure life,
Would be a great shift.
Life presumes to be adventurous,
Even if it doesn't go a certain way,
It will try Its absolute best,
Throughout life people will play.

I feel important at times,
But I mostly feel worthless and unimportant.
People may say I am worth a lot,
But it's false.
I used to be important,
But now I'm torn apart.
I've been exploited enough to last a lifetime.
My friends are always busy or barely get together with me outside of school,
And I feel studying and school work is all that there is to life now that tennis season is over.
I just want to go to college already,
To get away from a hard life I have always had.

I feel important at times,
But I mostly feel worthless and unimportant.
People may say I am worth a lot,
But it's false.
I used to be important,
But now I'm torn apart.
I've been taken advantaged of to last a lifetime.
My friends are always busy or barely get together with me outside of school,
And I feel studying and school work is all that there is to life now that tennis season is over.
I just want to go to college already,
To get away from a hard life I have always had.

The reason why I'm not happy,
Is that I feel I have nothing to look forward to anymore.

You love,
You learn,
You cry,
You burn.

*I know there are still many opportunities to meet different guys (especially in college not too far away)

He's holding me tightly,
As we're wrapped inside a yellow quilt,
We're embedded together,
With no motin, no tilt.
The beauty of this scene,
I imagined it like this,
With his arms wrapped around me,
As he leans in for a kiss.
The maturity in him,
Makes me wonder,
How perfect he is,
Deep down under.
We're inseperable for a start,
For he's my best friend,
My close companion,
I love him to the end.

Mama you’re the one,
You’re the one to have some fun.
Mama, it’s your day,
Drink plenty of tequila and have it your way.
Sit down and relax mama,
Mi mama Americana.
Mama do I cherish the days,
Of pure bonding, bewilderment and circus Olay.
The aroma of the chicken stir fry,
Oh it enlightens my eyes.
Mama you and your humor,
Comes sooner and sooner.
Mama lets throw a party and invite all,
And not drive Howard up the wall.
Mama this day is all about you,
You have to own this day too.
Mama you’re in complete control,
Look out; mama’s on patrol!
Mama I love you,
And all the laundry and cleaning you do.
Mama, you’re the best,
So sit down and take a rest.
Mama I’m jealous of you’re hair,
And all the fancy clothes you wear.
You inspire me,
Mama’s as vivacious as can be!
So I’ll let you have your drink,
But remember to think….
Love you a ton mama’s,
Now go and shimmy to the Bahamas’s!

Matthew's eyes widen,
He's found the prize,
A special animal,
What a surprise!
Soft and friendly,
But brown and white,
He knew this critter,
Was very much right!
He picked it up,
With all suspense,
The guinea pig squirmed,
And seemed very tense.
But Matthew calmed her down,
It layed soundly in his arms,
Matthew always thought to love,
And not to ever harm.
A thought went through Matthew's mind,
Should I name him Fluffy, Jerry.....
No, Sam I am!
The little critter loved that name,
And jumped for joy,
Then went and played,
With his addicting toy.
Matthew had taken Sam home,
And only till later did Sam feel tired,
It fell asleep rapidly,
From the amount of excitement,
This guinea had fired.

I heard a cry from deep inside,
That told me I had regret.
For the most uplifting person,
And the most considerate yet.
I assumed her to be relentless,
Constant late night calls after ten,
Sleeping with only one eye open,
The ranting and raving in the downstairs den.
But I was irrational and overly critical,
Oblivious to the trauma she endured,
I feel of a shadow to her now,
With still much to explore.
In my younger days,
I’d recognize her at every event I had,
Despite her pain,
She seemed to have always been glad.
Glad she had the opportunity to see me,
Always willing to help me too,
Long walks to the pond,
Her whole life I’d misconstrued.
I wish I could’ve done more,
To help such a creative woman like you,
But I’m ending this poem now,
With these last five words, “Grandma, I truly love you.”

__The waves pound against the sand
The heatness burning against my heart
People talking
Listening to music
Waves splash on the shore
At its maximum volume
Salty bubbles form
Kids surf
I see yellow, pink, and blue boards
Lapping on top of the waves
Elders drink punch,
Children eat sandy sandwiches,
Babies build their masterpiece sand castles,
Lifeguards look out,
And I'm shouting about,
"Go Montauk!"

“Endless Questions”
I don’t quite understand what is happening,
What? What? What?
What did you say?
Where are you?
Words that are tedious,
And last till eternity,
There is no better question,
Than the question of uncertainty.

Had a good day,
And didn't think about the cockroach once!

I went straight to sleep,
My mood,
In good shape,
When all of a sudden,
I had just looked at an ape!
He was about to scratch me,
When I pulled my arm away,
Out of the ordinary,
I had heard the sound,
Nayyy!
It was a horse,
He was going to fall on me,
I had just moved away,
I had shouted out,
“Let me be”!
A man had dropped in,
Smiling in horror,
He had strangely backed away,
Going farther and farther.
Just then,
A tiger jumped in,
He growled at me,
And had bitten me,
Just like a sharp pin.
         “Ouch”!
Some singer from the dead,
Had somehow made me sing,
I now had had her voice,
And it was definitely,
Not a choice.
When suddenly,
There was music,
That blew an eardrum out,
I had felt dead right now,
And had just wanted to shout!
Two identical monsters,
Air standing on my dressers,
All this was stirring,
In my brain,
And I had to let out,
All of the pain.
I had began crying,
And ran--- fast,
When suddenly,
A snake gave me a span.
The snake was made with poison,
And was about to bite me,
When I had yelled,
“Let me free!”
I had awoken,
With a bruised knee.
I had remembered at school,
I had fell
But was no serious injury,
I could compel.
I was relieved,
Yet mainly scared,
What I had just flashed back,
Was a horror nightmare.

I went straight to sleep,
My mood,
In good shape,
When all of a sudden,
I had just looked at an ape!
He was about to scratch me,
When I pulled my arm away,
Out of the ordinary,
I had heard the sound,
Nayyy!
It was a horse,
He was going to fall on me,
I had just moved away,
I had shouted out,
“Let me be”!
A man had dropped in,
Smiling in horror,
He had strangely backed away,
Going farther and farther.
Just then,
A tiger jumped in,
He growled at me,
And had bitten me,
Just like a sharp pin.
         “Ouch”!
Some singer from the dead,
Had somehow made me sing,
I now had had her voice,
And it was definitely,
Not a choice.
When suddenly,
There was music,
That blew an eardrum out,
I had felt dead right now,
And had just wanted to shout!
Two identical monsters,
Air standing on my dressers,
All this was stirring,
In my brain,
And I had to let out,
All of the pain.
I had began crying,
And ran--- fast,
When suddenly,
A snake gave me a span.
The snake was made with poison,
And was about to bite me,
When I had yelled,
“Let me free!”
I had awoken,
With a bruised knee.
I had remembered at school,
I had fell
But was no serious injury,
I could compel.
I was relieved,
Yet mainly scared,
What I had just flashed back,
Was a horror nightmare.

This blue Honda Civic is surely not mine,
It's too perfect, you may find.
Driven home by my heartbroken mother,
Always knowing, we have each other.
My Honda's parked on the street,
Not a spec of dust and perfectly neat.
Glancing at such a car every day,
With a quick nod, then walking away.
Why is this beauty for me,
What have  I done to deserve thee?
It speaks my name now,
I wonder how.
It's awaiting for me,
To be painlessly set free.

I am surely not an artist,
For I can’t paint or draw,
Nor am I a singer,
I sound far from clean and raw.
Geometry is not fun to me,
For I dislike angles and sides,
I will never be an accountant,
Or a phenomenal  surfer,
The fear of high waves and tides.
I will never be a chef,
I can’t cook a simply little meal,
I can’t jazz dance well,
Failure, I sometimes feel.
I am no cartoonist,
I never and will never take drugs,
Vile and grotesque suits them,
I’ve never smoked or drank,
Or put salt on slugs.
I don’t like breakfast,
I loathe being sick,
I dislike unfriendly people,
I am not fond of waking up early,
I don’t like reading long novels,
Nor comprehending difficult ones;
I hate poetry that doesn’t rhyme,
It puts pressure on me, tons.
I am not greedy,
I am not self-centered,
Success if far from what I feel,
This is negativity I’ve now entered.
This is NOT me,
This will never be me,
I am myself and nothing more,
I am difficult as you see.

I am surely not an artist,
For I can't paint or draw,
Nor am I a singer,
I sound far from raw.
Geometry is not fun to me,
For I dislike angels and sides,
I will never be a professional surfer,
My fear of high waves and tides.
I will never be a chef,
I can't cook a meal,
I can't jazz dance,
I hate the color teal.
I am no acrobat,
I never took drugs,
I've never smoked or drank,
Or put salt on slugs.
I don't like a big breakfast,
I loathe being sick,
I dislike unfriendly people,
I watch every clock-tic.
I don't like reading long novels,
Nor comprehending difficult ones,
I hate poetry that doesn't rhyme,
It puts great presuure on me; tons.
I am not greedy.
I am not self-centered,
Success id far from what I feel,
This is anxiety, I've now entered.
This is not me,
This will never be me,
I am myself and nothing more,
I am different, as you see.

He texted me because he thinks I have feelings for him still,
And figures Oh, alright I'll text her after eight days,
But I'm smarter than that,
Knowing the cockroach doesn't give a **** about me,
I'm going my own way.
See ya!

Holy crap!
He just texted me,
When I was making progress,
Of erasing him completely!

Why the heck did I just unblock him on fb?
I have now hit depression mode.

Once there was a witch,
So greedy and clever,
She hid her broom,
No one found it ever.
Her broom was small,
Yet very wide,
She had no friends,
By her side.
She had no hair,
Instead,
A poorly made wig,
When it comes to cow liver,
She’ll eat like a pig.
Until one day,
A crowd joined in,
The witch was confuse,
She needed a spin.
People held up signs,
In a very large letters,
“What selfish witch is to care for us no better”?!
Kids were yelling,
Babies were crying,
And elders were lying.
The witch opened a window,
And yelled out loud,
“What good am I to do for you, you beastly crowd”?!
The witch said to leave,
And to leave their stack,
To turn around,
And to never come back.
The citizens refused to leave,
Along with the babies,
All did not care,
If that witch had rabies.
They’d come to ask a favor,
For the witch to be kind,
To share her magic broom,
Without any decline.
This greedy witch refused at first,
But saw their faces and signs.
She decided to share,
To let one another ride,
But there’s one thing she knew,
That she had everybody by her side.

He stole my heart,
And I have yet to find it.

Firstly I wanted to say,
I have never felt such a deep sense of contentment until I met you,
That you make my heart beat faster than anything,
A feeling too good to be true.
I wanted to tell you
That I will wait for you,
Through the many opportunities we will encounter,
And will always support you the whole way through.
I wanted to thank you,
For all your support throughout this past year,
Whether it be through sports, life situations, or academics,
I've learned to stay strong and persevere.
I can honestly say,
No one has made me laugh as much as you,
That I can't get enough of your humor,
A feeling I never knew.
You have taken me out to many places,
And bought me many things,
But your love surpasses all of which,
Of such passion and warmth, you always bring.
I would now like to take the time to apologize,
For kicking you, screaming in your ear, and crushing you,
I just have muscle spasms every now and then,
It's not normally what I do.
You have brought me to an exotic place,
Filled with excitement, pure joy, and much love,
For when you smile, I smile,
As sparks fly, up above.
I'm incredibly lucky to have you as my boyfriend,
Where our love is mutual too,
My heart speaks a thousand words right now,
But all I can say is,
I love you.

When you love someone,
It hurts like hell to be apart,
Knowing you won't see them for a while,
Leaves nothing more than a bleeding heart.

The **** has moved on,
So I should now too.

I don't know why I feel pain,
I must be going completely insane.
For I worry day and night,
Nothing ever seems right.
Life is not fair at all,
When have I ever stood tall?
I push myself too hard,
My past has me scarred.
I wish I lived in the present,
Where it is mostly pleasant.
I have too much anxiety and fear,
I shed a tear.
Sixteen is a stressful age,
I sit and wait to turn this page.

It was 5:30 in the morning,
And I couldn’t fall back to sleep,
So I went downstairs to wake my mom,
And didn’t dare to make a peep.
When I arrived downstairs,
My mom wasn’t there,
I got really nervous now,
As I yelled, “mom”, in mid air.
I ran straight to the kitchen,
And turned on the light,
I spotted a big, wild dog,
Looking at me as if to fight.
I screamed at the top of my lungs,
Which looked ready to pop,
As I ran for my life,
I fell straight to a plop.
When I got up as fast as lightning,
I ran to open the back door,
The dog then charged,
With a ferocious loud roar.
I locked the door very obediently,
Trying not to collapse again,
I started to breathe hard and heavy,
As from outside it started to rain.
I sat down very slowly
Wondering where my mother was,
Also thinking about that animal,
And how it got inside here,
It smells really bad still,
It really does.
I sprinted back into the kitchen,
And noticed a dead body on the floor,
Oh my G-d it was my mother,
This was such horror.
My face couldn’t budge,
My body was still,
My mouth was wide open,
That repulsive dog did ****!
“Mom, mom,” I yelled in horror,
Until I actually saw her face,
I realized it wasn’t her,
What a disgrace!
Out of the ordinary,
Her eyes appeared alive and met mine,
Then she quickly got up and kept to her strive.
She was a very ugly woman,
Yet very old looking and gray,
But she looked loving and friendly,
Oh this was the strangest day!
When all of a sudden.
Her eyes turned the color red,
As she turned from loving to frightening,
I then realized that she couldn’t be dead.
The frightening creature then took me by the shirt,
And thoroughly taped me against the wall,
I almost had a heart attack,
But at least now I actually looked tall.
She then yelled, “Don’t you move now,”
And walked to find more tape,
She had pinned me up so fast,
I thought that would be the last.
When she came back absolutely furious,
I struggled to get out,
But she then tape me up again,
Boy I had so much doubt.
Just at that very moment,
The strangest looking man had walked in,
He stared at me in horror,
As I began to realize he was made of human and tin.
That was the man in my nightmare,
The one who strangely backed away,
He was the one who had owned the vile creatures,
And had always made them stay.
As now the two hideous creatures,
Started coming towards me,
I tried to say what I said in my nightmare,
“Please let me free!”
But it did not work this time,
And I thought they were going to ****,
I said my last sins all at once,
As I was standing nervous but still.
I took a quick glance at the clock,
And read that it was already 7:50a.m.,
So I struggled with all my might,
To get down from this wall.
Today was the first day of school,
And I knew I wasn’t going to make it,
I then saw what they were holding,
It was a match that they lit.
They lit the fire on my shirt,
And I began to shout again,
“Let me free,”
As I began a slow death about.
Just then,
I awoke burning hot,
I remembered I was sick today,
So I lay there mutinously,
As I enjoyed my horrible day.

Paula is the pushover,
She always says, “Yes”,
But to my very opinion,
She’s a ***** little mess.

Simon is the insulting one,
Who always thinks he’s right,
He’ll argue with the judges,
And will always start a fight.


Randy is the growlin’ one,
He will always give an ace,
But sometimes ya gotta give people,
A little more space,
Uh!

(Skit includes Laurie, Howard, Shari and Matthew).


Laurie wakes up extra early to prepare a gourmet breakfast buffet with Shari and Matthew. As they all arrive to meet each other in the darkness, Laurie trips and falls over Matthew. In an instant, she comes tumbling down on Matthew. Shari ran to turn on the kitchen lights.

LAURIE: Where’s my glasses? I can’t see!

SHARI: Found them mom.

Shari goes to hand mom her reading glasses.

MATTHEW: Well, she’s broken her glasses and broken my back… Time to start the party.

SHARI: I’ll get the recipe book.

MATTHEW: I’ll get the icepack.

LAURIE: Matt, I’m fine; there’s no need to worry.

MATTHEW: Oh, thank God you’re okay! I am so glad; yup… So now there’s ice for only one, right?

Shari laughed from the dining room.

SHARI: Here’s the book. So we can make a simple egg omelet, which may not be the best idea, or pancakes with a side a various fruits. Ooh, that one sounds good, with a side of coffee.

LAURIE: How about eggs and bacon.

SHARI: Umm, that’s a tasteful thought, but dad’s trying to stay off the fatty foods for a while.

LAURIE: Oh, c’mon; it’s Father’s Day. He does so much for us.

SHARI: Alright. One cheese omelet with a side of bacon coming up.

MATTHEW: Ha-ha. Girl, you should be a chef.

LAURIE: A breakfast in bed idea sounds great. Let’s try it.

MATTHEW: Just don’t drop the food.

SHARI: She won’t Matt.

MATTHEW: Just making sure.

Five minutes later, as we all got the ingredients out, we began cooking the eggs. Once they were brown and crispy, we took the first egg out and began cooking a couple more. Shari started on the bacon. Once it was oily and cooked, Matt began making the coffee.

LAURIE: All finished. Good work guys. Lets bring it up to Howard.

SHARI: I’m so excited!

MATTHEW: Thrilled here too!

Laurie, Shari and Matt tiptoed upstairs, being in total darkness again. This wasn’t the brightest idea for them though. They walk into the bedroom still in the dark. Shari quickly turned on the light.

LAURIE, SHARI AND MATTHEW: Happy Father’s Day dad!

Howard awoke abruptly from a nightmare and accidentally knocked the plate that Laurie was carrying, out of her hands. The plate hit her in the nose and she fell backwards, falling on Shari and Matthew again.

HOWARD: Holy crapola… You scared the living daylights out of me at…

Howard looks at the clock

HOWARD: Seven o’clock in the morning!

SHARI: But we have, or had a breakfast in bed for you.

HOWARD: I appreciate this, but there’s cheese on my carpet now! LAURIE; mop!

[End of play]

There once was a man named Pop,
Who always went out to mop.
He thought his mop was too chubby,
So he went to give it to Bubbie.
Bubbie went out to mop,
When suddenly, she halted to a stop.
She thought her mop was too thin,
So she dumped it back in the bin.
Bubbie accidently stepped in some glue,
But didn't know what to do.
Picking her foot up didn't work,
So she went to call the clerk.
The workers came rushing over,
As to playing the game red rover.
They went to get the mop,
And finally started to swap.
Bubbie's foot came twirling out,
When Pop walked out,
Cheering about.
He had been spying on Bubbie,
So she had gotten mad,
Pop had then realized,
What he had done was bad.

I thought I spotted a rabbit,
As white as could be,
But was a mistake,
Can't you see?
It had large grey ears,
And a soft, cuddly tail,
To my surprise,
It was really pale.
He had short front paws,
And long hind legs,
He must be brought home,
He pleases, he begs!
Oh, so very smart,
Yet a pinch wise,
But I never knew here,
A hare lies.
When I charged straight to him,
He ran away,
I felt guily,
And wanted him to stay.
But...all means; I had my chance,
And I blew it,
I don't like hares now,
I have no wit.

The perfect guy isn't real,
But a guy who will love you forever is real.

What more to describe sad,
Than a crushed little lad.

Why am I on the virge of crying right now?
I think it's because I've been hurt too many times in my life,
And I just need to feel loved again.

She's sneeky and clever,
Who fools us all,
Tearing up our floorboards and socks,
But so dainty and small.
She begs for a dropping,
I' m not to give her a thing,
She becomes jubilant and untamed,
Hiding under our beds and chewing up our wires,
Chaos, she does bring.
Driving us up the wall,
Barking at innocent men,
She is superior above us all,
She's Sandy, till the the end.

***, a knife in my chest,
Not a day I rest.
My anxiety is too high,
I have not a clue why.
They threw a book at my face,
And expected me to work at their pace.
All of a sudden work became too much to handle,
I sit in mental agony, trembling with a melted candle.
it seems unjust, unfair,
To now have me decide; to fully care.
I am baffled as to why there was a requirement,
I feel trapped inside an isolated environment.
Did they ask about my feelings?
Did they wonder what I knew?
Did they care I favored my abilities over theirs?
Did they realize this much is true?
The book beside me is relentless,
It motions for me to work day after day,
But I sit there with stress raging over me,
Will I be okay?
I try and I try,
To greatly improve in this never-ending book of lies,
For an outstanding score,
And the disappearance of my sighs.

I can only describe you in one word;
Egotistical

I awoke at the crack of dawn,
Feeling as lively as ever,
For I’d slept like a baby,
So tranquil and relaxed,
I think about glorious life,
As I lay smiling at my thoughts.

I rapidly erased my thoughts,
As I made my way downstairs,
And greeted my family good morning,
While munching on whole wheat cereal,
Having a vivacious conversation,
My brother feeding his pet guinea pig.

I can only imagine the joy of petting a guinea pig,
Although it doesn’t sound amusing,
As I watch his socialize with his pet,
Staring at him endlessly,
In awe,
For I am just speechless.

I then get dressed in my bedroom speechless,
I brush my long hair,
Rushing to brush my teeth,
Looking at the time with shock,
Getting nervous at the thought,
I’m going to miss the bus.

I then rush out the door to no bus,
As I wait there for over ten minutes,
When it suddenly dawned on me,
The bus had already came.
I then started walking rapidly,
Feeling butterflies in my stomach,
I was going to be marked tardy.

For I am never in my life tardy,
For this cannot be real,
I’ve never been late to class,
I felt hopeless and apologetic,
For I favored my teacher,
Who would soon loathe me.

Class started a day ago for me,
As I explained my whole story,
I then went to my seat,
Ashamed and guilty,
But this wasn’t my fault.
For I used to be more fastidious,
Now I’m as dead as a moth and not nearly as alive.

She doesn't know writing is my life,
She doesn't know I want to become a writer,
She doesn't know I'm trying the best I can,
She doesn't know I'm a fighter.
She doesn't know I love to sing,
She doesn't know how I feel,
She doesn't know who I am,
She doesn't know this is real.
She doesn't know I'm always tired,
She doesn't know when I have a dreadful day,
She doesn't know Who I am,
She will never know if I'm okay.