Little boy, do you just want to be heard? Is that why you scream? Let me hold your hand. I will not ignore those in need.

I'm sorry I can't help you any other way. I can't help myself. I feel guilty and ashamed over the fact that I ignore my common sense when it comes to myself.

This is my way.

I can't make your decisions for you. All I can do is hold your hand for you and wish for everything to be alright.

I can't lie. I can't steal, cheat or runaway.

This is my life.

I'm numb on the inside. I can't break free of it. I feared I would waste my emotions so I locked them up tight out of reach and out of sight.

This is me.

I'm sarcastic, maternal, in your face, and stubborn as hell. This is me... if you can't accept it, then go away. I don't change my ways just because someone doesn't approve of it.

This is my face.

My eyes show all the sadness, despair, horror, and demise I have faced. They also hide all the compassion, logic and kindness I have. I am... alas blind in my left eye however. My eyes can also expose the lies you create

My mouth speaks out in truth and riddles. I am sarcastic and blunt. Get over it.

These are my hands.

My hands are responsible for creating my works of art. Poems, stories... assignments. My hands are not perfect but they are MY hands. I use them to make amends.


Random day, random work. Everyone's been calling me 'church girl.' Its really ironic considering I'm the exact opposite. Also managed to snag 'Student of the Year' over at my college. Apparently I'm the only one that does work.

Blah all my thoughts are constantly racing. I want to go video game shopping this weekend, hope I dont have to work ;p That would surely damper things.