Lunch_Time_1 UneasyI walk down the hall, a different way. In my creative writing class we went outside, from the library. I hold my books and planner tightly then dodge pass a few kids. I like the crowded stair well better. I put my books down on the already crowded counters next to the doors.Our lunch room is pretty decent sixe. We have a lot of tables, mines by the far right wall. I walk to it passing by a girl named Jasmine; I lightly tap her shoulder and don't look back. I pass two more tables and down in my seat. The second seat in the front of the table, on the right side. I sit down and smile at a few of my friends. Then Keith comes, sits down then gets up. I look at him, and watch as he goes to the other end of the table, second to last seat on the left. I frown. I feel heartbroken."That hurt," I say tilting my head a bit. Both arms are crossed onto my lap. He just smiles and past the very end seat next to the wall. I shake my head, "No, no you're mean."He frowns. He looks at me
-Trapped In The Mirror- PoemLost in the mirrorI wish i could see you clearerI miss youColor yellow no blueYou're eyes say it allTaking my path you'll only fallDon't follow my prints in the snowI want you to know,I'll be back in timeAfter I serve for my crimeI'll crawl back throughThen go back to the life we knew-Cassie Jo.
-TheFeeling- PoemI can't shake the feelingOpen up from the coreThe wounds that were once healingThe hole in my stomach consumesI feel like I can't take anymoreI can't shake the feelingThe darkness fumesThe pulling, the reelingIt drives me insaneI can't stand this shitI have nothing left to gainThe gasoline on me is litMy life feels like its drowning"I'm home"The words are demented soundingI'm starting to wither away.I just feel aloneThis is my