Each day is something different. Everyone tries to fit in, But nothing happens. We are all classified, like the Animal Kingdom. Preps, Emos, Jocks, Etc. We just go down a chain, One after the other but, Who's really themselves, Anymore.
No faults. Which is rare among writers, especially the young; although from reading some of your other works I ask if you will attempt something like a sonnet, short story, or novella. I was raised near buffalo, and am always looking to speak to writers from that area.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you and I am working on a short story.. It's just poetry comes easier to me than the ideas for.. read moreThank you and I am working on a short story.. It's just poetry comes easier to me than the ideas for my stories.
I liked this piece. Middle school, high school, they are both terrible when it comes to categorizing a certain person into a specific group. I always hated that part the most. You are right in what you ask, who is really themselves, if anyone, anymore. Great job!