"alone I weep tonight.. for my people sleep tonight..... alone I wait the morning.... for my people will never see the sun again.... alone I work the feilds... for my neighbor's tools are will never be worn out.... alone I walk this road.... for my people walked another path.... alone I seek hope... for my people's eyes only show betrayal.... alone I will live... because my people have shed away from the light......but I will not be alone forever, for you see, the hangmen are already resetting the lever. (don't ask me what it means,I got o clue)"

"I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many want me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable."

"Les.... You break my heart, sometimes."

"I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many want me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable."

"ikr? its almost seems like a contest. lol"

"Roses are red, Violets are Blue. I look like a Monkey, and I smell like one too.

there's my poem."