I was having a go at short-story writing the other night when everything my life has led up to till now came into focus. The story was total crap, I'll admit, but somewhere along the way my strong, sardonic protagonist found himself emotionally unstable. After reading it today for the first time I realized that I wasn't writing a story. I was expressing my deepest fears of losing myself.
I was talking to my dad the other day and he was telling me about a new form of terrorism that would cast devastating effects on the world, especially the United States. We have become so very heavily dependant on technology that virtually everything runs on some form of energy or technology.
For about a year, my school has sponsored an Invisible Children Club. We work to raise awareness of and funds for the deplorable situation in Northern Uganda; we recently held a benefit concert, a bake sale, and we are working on a number of different projects. But enough about us...
cry
It's as if you forget I'm a child,
a child who as feeling's
who won't always do or say the right things
It's like in your eyes,
I'm your age
and in your eyes,
I'm no one to you,
only a fragment of your imagination.
Reflection
I watch you everynight
staring out the window
wishing on a star,praying
that somehow he would love you
like you love him.
When I look into your eyes
I don't see the sparkle
that was there before
what I see i don't recognize
I see sadness,hurt,anger
