***Just a thought not a poem***
You tell me you miss me and yet you never talk to...

She stares at her reflection,
seeing every flaw...

***This is a story not a poem***
As I walked down the hall it hit me almost...

Rage and envy fill me from within,
Nothing I can ever do will let me win...

I can't say I'm perfect
I can't say I'm grand...

Away from his pack and out of place
He walks into a territory unknown to his kind...

If I die before my time,
What would the world say about me...

When the world ends,
What will it be...

A stinging kiss,
Something not to be missed...

A figment of my imagination,
That's all you are to me...

I can't become who I want to be
Stuck inside this embodiment of thoughts and...

You say you see what truly lies beneath the skin
So why don't I think you know my every sin...