i got so much homework..2day in reading la was fun..we had 2 write a poem about an important moment in our lives..read mine dunt make fun i know it sucks.. what am i doing? what am i doing? what am i doing? winter cold coming from an open window a house of familiar people, but i feel so alone the yellow light fighting to break out of the darkness all i can see now is red late night, i should be sleeping i stay awake to remind myself of the hurt, the changes, the new beginning is this the right choice? is this the right choice? is this the right choice? remembering past events i cry, for being cunfused, for being alone, for being hurt i feel awkard, just sitting there with my self alone how is this right? should i be feeling this? how is this me? is this really helping? i sit here trying to make my choice is it right? is it right? is it right? do you care? do i care? im worrying to much i need to do it i make my choice.