• this is a poem of witch we speak.
    when the clouds turn gray an nothings in shight.
    we try to play but someone keeps getting in the way.
    so we have to get ready for a miseriable date.

    from cloud to cloud we try to shyn so bright.
    but we cant cause we arnt so bright.
    we try to win our true loves heart but we have compition witch isnt so nice.

    so we try our best to be the best we can be.
    but we always keep getting beatin with shame and dispite.
    so we all have to remember dat we are who we are and no one can take dat away.

    so listen to who you are dats the most important part of all. and dont listen to anyone else dat your the opesit of normal.
    dont let shame getin the way cause you are you the most imporatnt thing you can be. heart