Let's Break It Down.

A lot of things freak me out. Like being a "class" or being everyone's equal. I mean, for goodness sake, I don't care if I'm worse than everyone else. Just make me different. Because I guess I don't know how. I'm trying to take the high road but according to everyone around me that makes me full of myself and cocky. I just want the world to be able to understand my brain. Selfish? Yes. I can feel the sanity draining out of my skull and making a deep puddle underneath me. My shoes are wet and heavy but if I take them off I'll burn. Here's a poem:

The newest thing is already old.

They honestly expect us to do what we're told?

That like telling someone not to be cold

when all they wanted was something to hold.

This poem is cliche

like everything I ever dreamed.

A bunch of repeat signs.

I try hard not to hit replay.

But alas, time is time.

And your dream has been dreamed.

Like rain on the ground,

it just gets cycled around.

I'm embarrassed. I've never shared any of my personal writings. I might delete this. Maybe not. Here's another I guess. I don't know what to say.

Just the other day I was pulled outta class.

My teacher says "Are you in the right place? Do you think you can pass?"

And I said "Yes, ma'am, I feel that I am."

After long lecture from her claiming how smart I'm not,

we went back the class like nothing happened.

I am just another bubble in the boiling pot.

Waiting to pop.

The sun is a light to show you the way.

In fact, I used it

Just the other day.

Um, so I feel awkward now. I've never done that before. Neither of those are very good, I don't think. But like I said, not everything can be a masterpiece. 

I've discovered through trial and error that through trial and error you will find almost any answer ever. It took me a long while to realize that everything my father had said is true. The only way to get good is to be crappy and face your fears. This world is a series of walls. No doors, no holes. You chose what wall the climb, and you climb it. Once you get over that one, there is probably be another. High school is a wall. Relationships are walls. Insanity and depression are big, big walls. Big, smooth, waxy walls. 

I want to say something to a certain person. She probably won't read this or even look at the facebook post about it, but I don't really care. Cause this certain person can't do anything to make me angry. Ever. I don't think the she can comprehend what goes through my mind when she is brought into context. My brain becomes and melting pot of insanity and fire. It's like someone sends spurs deep into the back of my thighs until I fall and I can't get up. I've been lying here for a while now, and I think it's time to get up.

Well guys, I'm pretty scared to post this. I guess it's time to face the truth. Man, this sucks.