Why?

Why can't we all just get along?
I'm sick of it.
The screaming, yelling, fighting.
With that being the only communication I hear going in this house.
I want to scream on the inside.
But I know it will just contribute to the problems.
I can't be on both sides.
I can't please everyone.
I can't tell whose right and whose wrong.
How come I'm not the one fighting, yet I feel such sorrow?
Why? Why can't we all just get along?

Birthday

Happy Birthday!!
Birthdays, with the famous quote
"Another year older, another year wiser"
But does growing old really make you wiser?
Is it because of all those experiences you experienced within that one year life span?
Well then what if some kid had more experiences than you?
Does that make that kid wiser than someone who is older then them?
So lets really think now,
Does another year older really make you wiser??
Or is it just because of all your experiences you had over that one year life span?

Home Sweet Home

Being the shy girl that I am, I can be a pretty reserved person. As i enter into my first day of high-school as a transfer student, I feel anxious. It is winter outside and the looks i receive from people are as cold as the winter air. I try my best to fit in, but i just can't seem to be friends with these people. They have close cliques at this school, and I am excluded from each one of them. The only thing that gets me through the day is the friendly ardor i get when I come home. Home is where I can escape from my problems and be in tune with myself. I may be alone at school, but I will always have my home. And, for now, that will do.

My mom

Strong willed, benevolent, loyal and respectful. She is my role model, my best friend and my everything. Whenever I am sick, she always takes care of me. Even if she has a bad day, she will try to comfort me if I had a bad day. She cares more about her family than herself. She will stand up and fight if one of us is in a problem we can't get out of. Her main goal is to see her family happy, and does everything she can to achieve that goal. I know i can depend on her for anything, and talk to her about anything. This is why i dedicate this short passage to my wonderful mom.

Alone

As I went through my day, all lonely and depressed
I quietly sat down and sat at my desk.
As the class bell rings, I slump out the room
And hear all the teases, chants and boo's.
I ask the question, "What did I do wrong?"
"I've been myself all along"
As I sit at my lunch table with no on beside me
I wonder if anyone would ever be friends with me.
As i go to open my locker, i find a red card.
Taking it down, I place it gently in my bag
Because now I have something to look at when I'm sad.