I sat down in my chair tonight.

Ready to write this poem for all to see.

One that would describe all my rage and sorrow.

So breming with emotion that even a quick glance would draw people into read it all.

One that people could relate to and conect with.

So i started writing this poem i wanted to write so badily thinking it would magicly make me feel better some how.

and as i got threw the begining of it i realized......

.....its all pointless.

Wether or not i write some great poem so full of emotion so insperational to others doesn't really matter.

Because i can't describe the way i feel all the anger and all the other emotions i have locked up deep inside of me.

And i have already stated how people always try there damnedest to make others suffer for something and always try to make sure they get what they want. and its a bounse if it screws some on over at the same time.

And that the world is a cold dark place ready to slight ur throaght at any moment with one little screw up.

So there really is no point in it as far as i can tell.

So if u would please tell me...

....some one tell me.....

What is the point????