legovanan
note on the last poem, connie didn't write it. she found it somewhere, which probably amounts 2 why itz good.... hehe sry con!
and connie, don't get 2 used 2 me complimentin u!!!

open house 2nite 4 my school. itz kinda freakin me out, bcuz i still remmeber Back 2 School Night in the beginning of the yr really well... i mean... itz almost over!!! urgh!!!1

wrist still screwed.
i wrote a poem, or more like a drabble, kinda scribble of things, in PE 2day. rather depressing. karisha is a bad influence on me!!! itz not relaly a poem, just a rant about issues in the world:

I look around me
Everything swirls around
It's all a mess, a myriad of color
They all look the same.

They all look alike
All a lie
Everything's an act

We think we know the people around us
Yet we don't know a thing
We only know what we see
But that is all a lie, an act
A cover so we don't know what's real, inside

We put on faces
So we can't be hurt
The world's a stage
Where the masks dominate

Why can't we stop?
Why can't we reveal
the secret thoughts and wants
Why do we act?

Stop hiding.
Take off the mask
If you don't let people know the real you
How will they like it or not?