Sharing a few interesting activities I got out of reading "My Name is Mina" by David Almond!!! I really do recommend the book :D

I sometimes don't know what to do,
if I should say this or that,
or if I should follow you.

I don't know what is expected of me,
and what you want your bestfriend to be.

I don't understand what is right or wrong,
if I should say this as a poem,
or as a song.

But what I am trying to say,
is: Are your thoughts supposed to give away?
Am I supposed to say what I think,
or should I say what you want to hear?
Am I supposed to be honest,
or what is it you want to hear?

Because sometimes,
I might be annoying,
and sometimes,
I might scream.
But this is only because I'm being who I am,
and I'm saying what comes out of my mouth,
like water down a stream.

Everyperson is a puppet,
conducted by their friends,
telling them what to do.

But at this moment,
my friends aren't holding my strings,
and my puppet shape does what it thinks it should.

So friends,
may you hold my strings,
give me advice and tell me what to do?
Should I go away or follow you?
Should I say what I think or should I shut my mouth?
Should I be honest or should I talk dishonestly?
Because my puppet shape does not know what to do.

I don't know what is expected of me,
I might be annoying,
I sometimes don't know what to do,
Should I go away or follow you?
Are your thoughts supposed to give away?
I don't understand what is right or wrong,
and everyperson is a puppet,
But at this moment,
my friends aren't holding my strings,
and sometimes,
I might scream,
Because my puppet shape does not know what to do.
So what is and what you want your bestfriend to be?

Sometimes you feel really sad,
but you don't know what is really bad,
you feel extremely depressed,
but it's only one little thing that's messed.

You want to write it down,
but your thoughts don't flow on paper,
so you decide to write about,
how it doesn't flow for some reason.

About my friends, after moving away :(

Sometimes you feel sorry for the past,
you feel sorry for what you did,
sometimes you realize and understand,
the way that people had thought about you.

Sometimes you sigh and think,
about the things and people you've lost in the past,
Sometimes you wish that the past,
would just come bock to the present.

Maybe you were popular before,
or maybe people liked you more,
maybe you had a really good friend,
but that friend either left or stopped liking you.

But everything can always change,
you can always change peoples' minds,
you can always step up and say,
"this is who I really am."

Never lose up hope,
never hate the people who let you down,
think about memories of the past,
but always remember of the present and future,
because although you can cover up your mistakes and be forgiven,
what is past is past and you cannot mend it.