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....

Gentle breeze, bones at ease,
Squirrels scampering in the trees
Cold lemonade, cards to trade
Watching your sunburn fade
Summer.

Leaves that darken and fall to the ground
Colds spreading all around
Cool walks on weekends, nothing more
Back to school, what a bore
Fall.

Gentle snowflakes fall in the night
The wild geese take their flight
Hoping school will be closed
Warm hot cocoa and days you dozed
Winter.

New awakenings, weak sunlight
Wishing on stars with all your might
Christmas carols stuck in your head
Warm cozy mornings tucked up in bed
Spring.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Through sunshine and through snow
People live, people die
We all laugh and we all cry
Running, running past the strife
Life.

I'm so happy,
that I'm happy,
Oh how I'm trying to be happy!

But I am bored, 
Oh dear me,
I have no idea of what to do.

So I type and type,
random words,
so that I get some sense of humor....
 

Here is a quiz for you to find what kind of personality you have!

Today...

I go to a museum, 
I draw some fossils,
I copy titles,
I decorate uneatness. 

I don't eat breakfast,
I starve,
I eat lunch late and quickly,
a boring busdrive.

I am late for homeroom,
I am late for sport, 
I am late for english,
I am late for geo.

I have my pictures taken,
which make me late for geo,
which makes me forget my geo book,
which makes me get all nervous.

I am late for Guitar Orchestra,
I have to eat while people play,
I get my hands all dirty with chocolate,
I can't find my mum.

I can't find my mum,
I run to get my bags,
I run back,
I am EXHAUSTED.

I get a shower,
I practice my hobby presentation,
I study for history,
I study for VOCAB,
I study for french.

I do piano homework,
I fight with my sister,
I eat my supper,
and I go upstairs.

That is my worst day as well as the day that all happens (this poem is completely true)