Warning: Reading of this poem may cause the severe need to choke a cheerleader. Go on, do it. It's better than a stress toy!

Manners run society, right? Well, what if you just said what you felt. An alternative title to this is "The Nightmare Of Women's Magazines"

When you go down a street where all the houses look the same, does it bug you? Does the color beige make out want to rip your eyes out? Welcome to my world!

I often feel like I'm being twisted and wound, forced to dance for other's amusement. What do you do when you feel like society's puppet?

Life really is just one twirling gliding dance...but who sets the music?

A blank canvas stands in a room, completely bare and simple. You, the artist, long to overcome the blankness and paint something worth remembering, This poem speaks of your fight against the blankness.