This is Who I AmThis is who I am, because of how you treated me. Afraid and scared, I always hide. A façade is all you see of me.This is Who I Am
Because of how you treated me, all you see is just a fake. A façade is all you see of me, this is the way it shall always be.
All you see is just a fake, afraid and scared, I always hide. This is the way it shall always be, this is who I am.
A Bad MorningI awake to hear the sound of chaos ringing. Sirens going off to notify that all is not well. A rush of fear and excitement passes over me, as I fantasize about what the danger could be; I look out my window to find clear skies. An attack? I look out the window at the parking lot below to find nothing but the serene day of summer passing by as usual. No chaos, no fear, just smiling children and hopeful adults. They were just testing the emergency alert system. This is awful. The fear and excitement passes as it is replaced with sadness and regret. Today will be exactly the same as yesterday.A Bad Morning
I look away from my window and into my
BoredomA dull rage rushes over me with the frustration of sitting in this infinitely meaningless scene. Stiff with restlessness, the only cure for this infliction of boredom is to walk around. I tear a sheet from my notebook, the first noise in the room for what seemed hours, though the face on the wall tells of a time span somewhere just below five minutes. I walk to the trash bin and dispose of the blank piece of college rule. I take my time to my seat. I feel as though I am in a morgue, the dull dead demeanor of each of my fellows’ faces drew such a cold thought.Boredom
I look back upon the face in the room that holds my gaze more then
War TornI sit slouched on the floor, the only thing holding me up is the wall behind me. Slumped to my left is Sofia, her head resting on my shoulder. Pale skin, made whiter by the cascade of black strands now draped over my shoulder. Tears still hang on her cheek, their grey-blue source stares mindlessly across the barren room. They say “you don’t know what you had until it’s gone,” and I always thought it was just a saying, never feeling it’s true meaning first hand until this moment. Things between Sofia and I were over, and there was nothing I could do about it. Two great years I spent with this girl, and it all has comeWar Torn
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