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People when they'er upset all react differently.



Some people explode making their feeling's known, burning all who get near.



Some people drown in tear's shrouding them selves in sadness for sympathy and pitty.



But me...

I just bottle it all up, i dont cry, I dont yell,

I just am.

But just you wait, for one day the cork in my bottle will hit you in the eye.

Children were playing

daisies and tulips were springing,

adorning the face of the hill's.

Sparrow's and finche's were singing a light hearted chorou's of noise.

Sunlight came brilliantly streaming

to ease me from my rest,

to lull me awake from my dreaming.



I couldn't have been more anoyed.

Now the children are screaming,

running in fear.

the flowers are drying,

the hills are barron and bleek.

The sunlight apear's to be dieing,

no bird even opens it's beek,

there song's are replaced with the bomer's order's to seek and distroy,

tha landscape is now chared and somber...



i have never had such a peacfull sleep.

So confused, so painful, I want to be there for everyone else. Forcing damage back into my heart and mind, But still i am just as hurt as them. I only know that crying for it will not stop death, crying will make it worse for those i am suppose to be there for. It's impossible to stop death and i will never bother asking to replace my loss. All i want is to be there for bolth...

the mourner's and the dead.

Sitting down in this broken brown chair, sorrounded by teenager's who think their the best. The football star sit's diagnal to me making his stupid sarcastic comment's, all the fluttery girls giggling with edmiration and love. I take a look around...i see my life for the next few year's and instead of becoming one of those girls that plaster their lip gloss on and the foundation that is two tones darker then thair natural skin color, i keep being me, the weird one that dosn't believe in conformity and i thank god that i am able to be my self and to think for my self, because if i wore pink pant's and bubble gum flavored lip gloss i would start to think like them and be the person i despise. I would rather love my self and be hated by all then loved by all and hated by me.