This was written: 3-17-07.St. Patty's Day.3:45.Pacific Time

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This poem was once more written in anger but also with disappointment. Someone that is dear to me has told me something loathsome and disappointing. I will not elaborate on it, nor will I tell you who the "disappointee" is. If anybody reads this, thank you. I really need so light in the darkness of my life, or else, I'm afraid, it may just swallow me up. For now, I think I am losing pieces of my sould everyday, therefore I must cling to what I have left with the utmost desperation. But enough of that, please don't ask me about this and please don't worry(tho I don't see why anyone would). I hafta go. Good-bye! ;'

Yours Truly,

A.R./MistressELEMENT

p.s.-Many hugs and love to all. And please don't ask about my problems: compared to others, mine are mere slight complications in the happiness of my life.

The Death of Me

You tell me lies,

hot tears will flow from my eyes.

But tell my jokes,

And I will laugh-head thrown back.

Smile at me,

trust that I’ll smile back.

Nothing though,

comes out that mouth but lies.

When you say a joke,

now all I want to do is choke.

Those fake smiles you send me,

make me hate and be lonely.

Give me the truth,

but it might just break me.

Show your true colors,

mine go dead black and blood red.

Because of all this,

the death of me will be because of you.

I do realize alot of my poems are written in bad emotions but I'll try to come up with better ones.