Writer's note: This is a poem I made in my 7th grade years… Too long ago.

Pessimism has gone through my hollow shell.

I'm worn out of my usual self and I'm trapped in this cell.

The bars of dismay will always be blocking my way.

Until the courage key comes.. One day..

I'm not expecting it to be sent so soon

So while I wait I should just keep happy trapped in this cocoon.

I still see my friends outside as my eyes peer through each bar

They're the gas that fuels this torn body like car.

I may not know the feeling of truly feeling what "they" feel

So I'll just get my hope up until that time I can cease to conceal

Conceal my emotion and my intellect as a human.

I'll just be this person until I can.