English Period

the white against black of my fingers on the keyboard the pink against blue of my eyes on the screen i wonder now why is has always been this way but was never seen? english is not a class i excell at school is not something i do well at so why do I come each adn every day hoping that somehow the grievenses will go away that my ego will return and i wont feel like mat that someway or another i wont fall on my face flat. somethings i like like art, and french and music something i hate like sports teams the popular crowd and illie.. but ehn again not much can be changed becuase ther law says it's illegal for me to rest away my day maybe it's in sickness that i feel so bad about this prison adn it's walls it isnt all bad, i mean, friendships bloom in this dreary empty lot of rotting souls and morals the ashpile of dead dreams and hopes... funny how such beauty is always found in such tragdey. xoxo Kyelle