you know... i'm not really dramatic... i just like to put my own little poetic twist on things... *smirks* or maybe i'm just dramatic and in denial. haha. well, i'm not in TOTAL denial... but oh well. lol. so anyway... i think this morning, the entire world did not want to get out bed. i woke up @ 6:45, turned my light on, and crawled back in bed for 1/2 an hour. then i got up, got dressed, and spent 20 minutes wressling my lil bro out of bed... eventually i just picked him up and set him down, and he curled up on the floor, so i gave up. i got to school, and some of my friends were literally laying down in the hallway... i dunno, it's just been a lazy day. one of those days where i really pity anyone who had to get up earlier than i did, and envy anyone that got up later. so there. lol. i'm taking this moment to inform everyone that when i write songs/poems, i usually end up writing a fragment of one, let it sit on my desk for a month, and then tuck it away and forget about it. well, today... i was sorting back through some of my stuff, and i came across this one. i worked on it a little bit, but since it's not really structured, i decided i'd just leave it the way it is. might totally re-write it and make it a song someday, but not anytime soon. anyway, it made me think of some things that happened quite a long time ago, and i hope it makes you guys think as well. so, here it is. Inside my room I sit alone Wishing that I wasn't home This sanctuary is a cage When I'm tired of being on stage I feel I'm in the only place Where I don't have to run the race Why can't I be myself around everyone? And why do I seem to feel I'm always wrong? I can't take this anymore I've got to learn to just be me Every mask that I remove I don't like what I see Can you help me find the real me inside? I'm running out of places to hide Pick me up when I fall Help me tear down these walls I'm so lost in everything So here I am, getting ready to fly I'm letting all the old feelings die Throw away the masks I've always worn My stage clothes are all ripped and torn There'll be no more pretending for me I'll let the real me break free But once I've shed these protective layers Will you still be hanging around? ....so yeah, that's all i've got. more a jumble of thoughts than a poem. but that's okay. well, it's almost 11, and my research paper is due tomorrow, and the source cards for my OTHER research paper are due tomorrow, so i'd better get outta here. later daze..... random quote of the day: What if the hokey pokey really WAS what it's all about? Sabe