A girl and a dragon swim in a sea,
as a giant wave comes crashing by,
as they suddenly emerge from the water,
willing to escape.

But freedom isn't all.

A giant airoplane comes shooting by,
and the dragon and girl,
dive until they crash onto a volcano.

The volcano erups,
but there is still hope into the other people's souls,
And they fly and fly,
flying to get away,
get away from their enemies,
to get back their freedom,
and to go where they belong.

As I step into darkness,
a place that I don't know,
As I step into somewhere unknown,
I know that it is my own one.

As I dart into a place,
somewhere more known,
but still hidden,
I feel what I feel.

My dream that I had,
never came true,
and why did I believe that it would ?

No one will ever understand me,
so what ?
I only end in the darkness,
the darkness that haunts me inside.
 

Dear best friend,
what you've done this year,
for me,
is.... undescribable.

You have helped me all year through,
and we have always understood each other,
it is a long time since I have that kind of friend,
so I'll tell you :

Other years have been horrible,
other years I had no friends,
other years People hated me,
I had fights,
but now it is different,
I have you !

You deserve to have this poem written,
even though I will not publish your name,
this might not be the best poem written,
but I have tried all the same !!

OK, I'm going to go
Completley out on a limb here
Because the feelings he's sending me
Aren't very clear

One minute he's staring at me
The next he's yelling in my face
Am I just crazy?
Is my heart in the wrong place?

Is it normal for a girl to feel this way?
Is it normal at this time?
Am I being really annoying?
Is this feeling a crime?

I wish he would TELL me how he feels
Instead of me having to guess
'Cause right now
My heart is a mess!

I won't tell you who I'm writing about
Now THAT would be bad
If you figure it out, don't tell anyone
Or I'll will get SO mad!

At the end of the day
Do I feel happy or do I feel used?
One feeling I wish I wasn't is...
Confused.

I break my arm,
guess what ?
I think that it's no problem.

But when everyone,
huddles up to help me,
I can't even breathe.

I hate it to have servants,
it is horrible indeed!
You can't help asking for help,
for it is what you need.

Then you feel bad inside,
because you are worried they think,
that you are trying to get attention.

But no,
Oh dear,
I can't even dress my doll.

I can't put on my coat, 
It's hard to read,
I can't get dressed,
I can't run,
I can't dance,
I can't play guitar....
WHAT ELSE !

Oh,
I don't know how to express what I feel.
I am a disaster.

I am at the end of this poem and I don't feel like i said enough....