who do you see when you look at me? Friend, family, or enemy? the sister of a god, or a beloved friend. either way there is no end. to who i am, and what you see when youlook at me. can you see the fear in my eyes? the pain? can you see the child in me? when all i want to do is play. i turn away now from the ones that i know, if only to show who i am. to show that i am not the sister of a god, but a beloved friend and the closest i have ever been to a member of a family.
I just love the way that you write your poetry. also you are a wonderful friend,and ally in this war against the preps of this High school.