Everyone is different on the outside ,
from the hair on our heads down to our toes...

To live without love ,
is something I have choosen to do...

I close my eyes at night ,
and in my dreams I'm with you...

I was sad to hear the news ,
that you are moving away...

Every poem that I have wrote ,
is about events that have happened to me...

He came to see me ,
and we talked for so long...

Yes the truth is out now ,
my partner knows another I have feelings for...

I read an article that kids do not know the true...
and that the nativity scene is no longer seen in...

'Fitting in' is hard to do ,
being different should not matter...

When you need someone to lean on,
you can always lean on me...

Watching the news ,
I heard a familiar name...

I feel like I am being suffercated ,
very slowly for the past 12 years...