Hey, waz^! This is a poem my friend wrote. It's very good so please R&R!!! And I'll tell my friend how good it is! ________________________________________________________________________

"Everyone's special," my counselor tells me. I'm not very convinced. I have no friends and shelter to protect me from another's cold, hurtful words that sting my inner self like a deadly wasp's sting. My father passed away and my mother left me when I was young. Grandmother's deaf and my cousins play sinister tricks on me and refuse to speak to me. My life is full of a bitter kind of emptiness and when a person chooses to be nice to me, I close up my shell. I remember my mother telling me a long time ago that I have all the talent the world would ever see, but who will see but me how immense? Who is there for me? No one. I choose to keep inside. I won't let myself into the jungle of my own wondrous thoughts. I choose to keep my deepest thoughts, feelings, and sorrowful tears all locked up in a rusted, wretched tank called emotions. Whatever talent that my mother told me I would have as I grow will be shut in a dusty, shadowed room, never to be opened in a lifetime. Now no one will ever know. No clue will be given. Because I keep it hidden.