Drowning.. Cloud of Darkness... A very dramatic title, right? Basically here I am talking about how it is so hard for me to escape one of my personality traits: being shy. 
I wrote it in 6th grade, when I was 11 years old.
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These exams,
annoying,
but it's the way it should be.

Excited for vacations,
but guess what comes first?

How can you be inpatient about an event,
if there's a horrible one before it?

At last exams are nearly over,
just left two or three.

And now I find myself impatient....
for the exams to end.....

Have you ever stood out in the pouring rain
Feeling the drops drip off your skin?
Hearing the cries of your family
Asking you to come in?
Have you ever ignored them,and stayed in that position?
Like it was some sort of mission?

Have you ever had a fight with a friend
About something that they did?
It was driving you round the bend
And of them you wish you could get rid?
Did you ever make up with them?
Or are they not your friend?

Have you ever wished to be different
In your shape,age or form?
Different hair,eyes,height,
Different when you were born?
Do you wish you were prettier?
Or hear things you wish to hear?

We all have wishes, we all have dreams,
Sometimes we long for them,
Sometimes things are as they seem
Some are la creme de la creme.
But some,
A very unfortunate few,
May get what they want,but not how they imagined it.
They start crying or have a nervous fit,

And in this world when people are nice and kind,
They never get what they want.
But the bad people do
Now I ask you...
Is that fair?

The sun may come out
After the pouring rain
Just before you thought you never see the light again.

 
When you find yourself in a situation,
where someone sends you an e-mail,
an e-mail of horrid stuff,
and there is lots of forwardings,
you scroll down and read it,
you're so scared and freaked out,
you decide you'll send it,
and more people sends you more?

Then people know your e-mail,
and they'll use it to send more,
and you're in a situation,
where you are getting more and more!

But there is a solution,
a very simple solution.

'Cause you decide whether you want more,
'Cause you're the one who listens to it,
But if you throw it in the trash,
the very moment you receive it,
before you even read it,
all you're problems are over.
 

 
I have no option in this world,
for moods,
I always get criticized.

And when I don't it makes me feel bad,
sad,
and mad.

when I have a problem and I need some advice,
they don't really care.

when somebody else has the exact same problem and then he starts to cry,
then he gets all the advice, pity, and comfort he needs.

when I have a worser problem,
and it's worth crying for,
they call be a crybaby,
which makes me feel worst.

So I have no option,
and I don't understand,
what is wrong with me?
will someone even bother explain?