so.....i wrote another poem. this was an assignment. i think i added my touch to it.....its....indescribable what it says...i analyzed it myself, but, even i couldnt remember why i said some of the things. here it is......its deep beyond anything, so ive heard. its about me: One who mingles and dances and laughs and plays, Enjoys the time passing, these wonderful days, No one knows the truth behind the closed curtain, And somehow he does, he knows the way, But trust he does not have from his followers, Least to say they are followers but merely imaginative, Drifting and floating along the thin lines of happiness, If taken seriously there would be no muse, If always laughter there would be no conviction, A balance cannot be plainly spoken through his words, Or even the actions, But what does come is a medley of life thrown into one confused soul, So perplexed the mind, or the minds all others? Who really holds the truth behind that curtain? One man, the unmentionable, the unthinkable, the imperceptible yet, greatly observable, Do they really have the right to assume or judge or know? He has been through all endeavors, all the tangible aspects of this point in life, A cry out to the world from within this sound heart, Molded by the grain of society and all around, Filled to the brim Discharging fully, the pain inside to all those around to all those that do not understand, But who is to question, when sixteen years hath determined naught within this psyche One person within their own boundaries, distant lands, and far stretching seas shall see the day in their own light. He is the one whom all attended, but forgot the next day; at least, he felt it inside even if it were false. so...reading it again, made me a little more depressed. thinking about life...its too much to handle. i shouldnt have to worry about this right now. i leave you with that and no punctuation