My Life

Here is a poem about my life:

My Life

Every morning I wake up at 7:00 am dreading the following day, whatever day it is.

At school I have class after class, with only 5 MINUTES in between each as a "break".
I sometimes think my friends don't trust me like they should.

Why do I feel that way sometimes, you ask? Well, they have a secret they tell EVERYONE but me.

My friends are going emo, and I think it has something to do with me. I THINK! I'M NOT SURE!

I also think that the emo part is rubbing off on me, because I'm not feeling like my usual self.

On Friday-Saturday I have extra curricular classes that put pressure on me.

I got an 88 on a science test.

But I don't care, because I should be thankful for everything that I have because I know others are not as lucky as I am. So all you people out there that are whining about your problems and being emo, you should realize that you're hurting other's feelings, too. And I think you need to take other's feelings into consideration before you whine your butt off.

And just so you know, I'm not going to be influenced under all this emo stuff, because I am happy and content knowing the fact that I am alive.

(And michelle, I'm sorry I said emo, but some people are more "emotionally dead than you, so yeah.)