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Okay, so I'm like sitting in art right now with nothing better to do but write. I used to be a part of a campfire, but it was just closed, meaning that I can't write in it again. So, I figured, it's about time I start writing in my folder or whatever so that this account isn't for nothing. I don't even know if this will work.

So here goes one of my favorite poems. By the way, I wrote it.

I'M SICK

I sit here in this cold room
And I think of how I've been used.
I have a Vanessa Carlton song
Stuck in my head;
Everything I read has that beat.
I'm sick of it,
I'm sick of Keith,
And i'm sick of Kaycee's lies.
I wish i could take back
The last month and 6 days of my life.
Maybe then I could sleep better.
Maybe I could still go outside.
Maybe I wouldn't want to leave...
To leave everything behind.
I'm sick of lying,
I'm sick of being in trouble, and
I'm sick of being talked about.
I sit here and the light plays tricks
On my eyes.
It makes my hair look light and then dark.
I don't like the dark.
It surrounds me.
I'm sick of the dark,
I'm sick of tests, and
I'm sick of parents.
I'm just sick.


And there it is. I hope you liked it, then again, i don't know hardly anyone, so if you didn't: I DON'T CARE!!!

People these days have changed me. I was just trying to fit in. Oh, well. I'm almost back to me, but I don't remember how I used to be.

As to who Kaycee and Keith are, I can just say that they contributed to my life turning into a Hell. I won't go into details here, 'cause i'm in a good mood for once and the bell just rang.