Trust..this is a weird one.

Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets, nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside, I'm warped and twisted
So many tricks, and so many lies
Too many whens, and too many whys
Nobody is special, nobody is gifted
I'm just me, warped and twisted
Sleeping awake and choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number is unlisted
Lost in somebody, so warped and twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow
Today is just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes shifted
I'm still here, warped and twisted

(so basically i was supposed to write a happy poem in english class..but i cant write happy poems...its pretty much impossible for me..why? I don't know. So I handed this in and my teacher gave it back to me saying " this is good but I wanted a happy poem so until you have the right poem you have a zero". Thats a bummer..oh well. Teachers...what we do with them. nothings ever good enough..nothing..the only thing i hear them actually say is "this isn't right" or "mal! go down to the office" well poop on you! lol i know rude...but hey..they won't see this. By the way.. i'm not warped and twisted...well i don't think so anyways. )

Mal<3>