Lost-within-space• Show poetry

Myself: Stupid, lost, confused. I have  almost no memory sometimes to the point where I forget where I am. I have very little sense of identity; I feel like less than a person and am constantly confused about my existence. I make mistakes much more rapidily than I do good (if I can even pretend to do that) and I deserve to be killed.

I can't write poetry very well, but it's easier than I thought and I'm getting better even if I still suck. It's like most things I work at. People like to tell me that there was obviosly emotion in the poem. I know I can feel emotion. I can't write poetry, you see, so that's what I need critizism on. (learning how to learn too, heh, I obviously need to look at the winners of contests and figure out what they did right)

A few of the more noticiable odd things about me I'm willing to share: I've never wanted to date anyone. You know my age thanks to this site, I think. I'm in a highschool now. While that's fairly young most people seem to think it's about time I start dating (or perhaps it was time back when I was 10 when that fellow told me "Date or be labled gay." I didn't believe him. He was right. Oh well). If I don't start dating people are so insecure as to call me gay, which, while untrue, isn't actually an insult to me. The only people who've been verbally insulting are some people who told me that I rape cats. I literaly wanted to attack them for that. bunnys can talk about me all they want and I don't care, probably agree with them, but lay off my damn cats.

I don't like people and want to be left alone for the most part. If I lived alone forever I would find more peace on a day to day basis than ever before, but as it is I'm lucky to get an hour, let alone a day, a month, a year, a lifetime.

But why do you care about me? Damn stalker. Killer. Poisoner.