"I am alone,
my hopes drift past,
I want to moan, 
I wish It'd happen fast"

That was a story,
happening years ago,
now I am proud full of glory,
i hope I'll never again feel low.

REALLY?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
the last day of school before x-mas,
when I have all these bags?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm supposed to have fun and play,
the day that you're not here?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where it rains like crazy,
where I get soaked and lazy.

Does it have to be today,
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm pretending to be happy,
when inside I feel sad, lost, loneley. 

I am sad of things I've done before,
things that I wouldn't have meant,
I didn't know that it would hurt their feelings,
I don't feel at all "content".

I have good friends this year, you know,
but they still have bad memories of me,
and I feel really sorry I promise, really,
It doesn't seem I can find the right key.

Last year I did things I shouldn't have done,
because I took things seriously, I exagerated,
I wish it could have been none,
I wish all this would have been gone!!!

Oh please by reading this poem,
Oh please if you know I'm talking to you,
Oh please may you pardon me,
If you ever know who I'm adressing to.
 

This is a girl,
and not an alien,
so just leave her alone, okay?

She tries to be positive,
she tries to be nice,
but all you do is mess her up?

You scream and laugh,
and shut her up,
and deep inside,
she's swollen up, 
and you just sit there screaming.

She tries to be positive,
and then behavior goes off,
it takes off like a rocket.

She goes and find me, 
as bad as can be,
she is not even supposed to be there.

Finding me is just trouble,
I swear,
because I'm in a place,
where the only person allowed there,
is me.

(This Poem is from Sad Poems)

She steps into the rain,
hopeless, knowing that no one will help her.
She can't manage but who cares?
She is alone in pouring rain.

Wherever she goes she isn't noticed,
she is invisible, she is a ghost,
when she talks, no one listens, 
and her words go down into emptiness,
the place where no one hears them.

In class people don't notice her,
she hears them, she wants to join them,
but she can't, she is hopless.

She walks around,
she looks for friends,
she looks for hope,
but where are they?

She is alone in the pouring rain,
she is invisible, she is a ghost,
and her words go into emptiness,
where no one hears them,
she looks for friends, for hope...
where are they?

She hears them, she wants to join them,
but she can't, she is hopeless.