This is me

September 11, 2008
I am me
I am who I am
No one can change me
No one can make me something else
And I hate it when people say they can
I am proud to be who I am
I may not show it but I am
You may not know who I am so I am here to tell you
I am funny
I am outgoing
I am nice and sweet
But if you push the wrong buttons I am rude, inconsiderate, and a total butt head to all
I hate being like that but it happens sometimes
I have a job and I go to school
I hate one and the other is tolerable
Can you guess which is which?
I hate to hurt people’s feelings but sometimes it happens
And if I hurt yours know that I am truly sorry
From way down in the bottom of my heart
I hate cliques and judgmental people
I guess those two go together right
I hate kids who everything handed to them
Because they act stuck up
And I guess that also goes with cliques
I love music
I can’t sing and I can’t play an instrument
But it’s my great escape from the world around me
It’s my chance to calm down and ignore everyone around me
I cant wait till I’m 18 and on my own
Because I cant stand my parents sometimes
Every one tells me this is normal for a teenager
I think it’s different for me
Teenagers hate their parents sometimes
I hate them often
Everything I do is a mistake to them
Or that’s how they act when I do something





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~blueroses~ said...
Sept. 29, 2009 at 7:26 pm
i know exactly how you feel ! (: it sounds like we have alot in common. haha!(:
 
dylonmichael replied...
Sept. 30, 2009 at 10:05 am
really thats crazy i am going to check your poetry out
 
~blueroses~ replied...
Oct. 1, 2009 at 5:51 pm
thank you, but i dont have any posted yet. it's taking a while to go through. i would love to talk to you some more tho. :)
 
dylonmichael replied...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 8:22 am
yea it does take a while i posted two storys and it took a month
 
~blueroses~ replied...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 7:33 pm
interesting email. and thanks so much, i'll do that (:
 
dylonmichael replied...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 11:51 pm
funny story behind that my friend in like 8th grade (im a senior now) had a pice of wood in woods class named bob cheese and some one cut him and me being her best friend became the replacement
 
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