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