Hidden behind a mask

Only one will know the truth, The truth that hides

Life has no meaning to me, everyday im on the verge of ending it all but im not even sure what keeps me alive

Living life is a burden its self i live in this world without meaning. I hope id find a meaning further on in life

The repeat of waking up and going through everything is a endless cycle on pain as life for me has almost no reason or purpose I find a person to love to have to just make my pain numb but in the end i cant help but hate life

-S

I've been in band since 4th grade and plan to still be in high school and I will try to pursue it.

i play bass clarinet but I started off with playing the normal clarinet and i wish to learn more instruments along the way of my learning journey.

-Your favorite student

I love food

Everytime Im sad I think of food

Food makes me happy

My favorite food is mcdonalds with a sprite

we need food in our life

I have a special bond with food

I love my moms food, junk food, and any type of food.

Food is so delicius and yummy.

When my tummy is upset food makes it happy.

I LOVE FOOD!!!!

There lies a tale of Diondra and Devon, divine.

In the Bronx Masquerade, where voices soar,

Their stories unfold, forevermore.

Diondra, a flame, fierce and strong,

Her words dance freely, like a heartfelt song.

With courage in her voice, she paints her dreams,

Through poetry's embrace, her spirit gleams.

Devon, a shadow, seeking his light, An artist at heart, with his words taking flight.

Through the mask he wears, his soul shines through,

His verses reveal a world, both old and new.

In the classroom's haven, where secrets are shared, Diondra and Devon find solace, unimpaired. Their poems speak volumes, echoing deep,

They touch hearts, awake minds, and secrets they keep.

With each passing day, their friendship takes root,

A bond that transcends, like a timeless pursuit.

They inspire each other, fueling the fire, Their words colliding, igniting desire.

Through Diondra's verses, the world finds a voice,

Her passion for justice, a righteous choice.

And Devon, through his art, unveils his soul, Unmasking his fears, making his spirit whole.

Together they challenge the world's hardened walls,

Breaking stereotypes, as their friendship calls.

From the Bronx's heart, they reach far and wide, Spreading hope, love, and dreams, side by side.

In the realm of words, where dreams intertwine, Diondra and Devon's stories will forever shine. Through poetry's embrace, they find their way, In Bronx Masquerade, forever they'll stay.

I don’t know why I did that

It’s just instinct

Maybe I deserved it too

That’s why I did that

I’m sorry for worrying you

You can leave now

You don’t have to worry about me

I’ll be fine

But it burns

A way to constantly remind me of my wrongs

They remind me of all the people I’ve hurt

The relationships I’ve ruined

The way it rubs against the fabric

It doesn’t get talked about enough

The stained wipes and empty bandage boxes

The “are you ok?”’s 

I’m filled with regrets

But I still smile

Just to show

That I’ll be ok

I’ll be ok one day

I hope

I’ve held on and I’ve tried,

But I’ve mostly cried.

I know full well that crying won’t get me anywhere,

But what else shall I do?

“Call for help,” they said.

What help have I received?

I called for help, I talked about how I felt,

I expressed myself more clearly to others,

but all that I’ve gained from it was the knowledge that others cannot be trusted.

I desperately tried to say something like you told me to,

why won’t anyone help me?

What else can I do?

I cried, I screamed, I prayed, I desperately expressed myself in hopes that someone, anyone, would understand.

I’m not smart whatsoever, nor am I bright and gifted.

I am NOT talented, I’m not better.

I’m average and normal

Though I do wish I was half what people think I am,

I am not.

Though I desperately wish I could be better,

Though I wish to have an impact on this world,

Though I wish I could stand out in some way,

I cannot be better.

I will not make an impact on this world.

I will never stand out.

What else can I do?

I’ve been holding on to the small sliver of hope

that has been given to me by those who call me ‘smart’.

God knows that I’ve tried,

but for how much longer can I hold on?

But even so, I still have hope.

With this hope, I’ll live on just a little longer so I can finally see that day.

I await the day I can finally feel some closure.

I await the day when someone can finally tell me that they think I’m better.

I await the day where I, myself, think I am better.

I await the day I can finally say,

farewell.

• Ares. (online name)

where the truth is hidden

Deep down your true emotions are in

might never let them out

never will you not feel hate

never will you not feel the pain

we all wanted a happiness

and got a few moments of it

but in this world... you can't keep it

never will you not feel pain

feeling depression

felling sadness

feeling what life really is,

never will you not feel hate

never will you not feel the pain

hate from here,

hate from there,

hate from everyone

and with all this hate you will hate yourself

never will you not feel hate

never will you not feel pain

never can you get peace

never can you not worry

never can you just keep your mind in happiness

never, NEVER, NEVER

just want love

just want truth

just want a happy life

but in this world...

never will you keep it.

In the calm of morning light,
Dreams begin to take their flight.
Every step and every sigh,
We wonder what’s beyond the sky.

A thought, a wish, a soft goodbye,
The future speaks, it doesn’t lie.
We may not know what’s yet to come,
But in our hearts, we’re never numb.

Tomorrow calls, so far, so near,
We walk together, no need for fear.
In the dawn, we’ll find our way,
And everything will be okay.

A quiet moment, the world feels still,
A simple breath, a chance to fill.
In all the noise, it’s easy to forget,
The small joys we haven’t met.

Right now is all we really own,
Each choice we make, we’re not alone.
We’re more than just a passing day,
We’re the ones who lead the way.

So live with love, and dream with cheer,
Every moment, hold it dear.
Tomorrow’s far, but today is here,
A gift for all to hold so near.

As the pigskin flies, a spiral dance, a fleeting hope, a hopeful chance . The crowd erupts, with a roaring wave, for every yard the player saved.

through strain and pain, they will push a fight, beneath the stadium's glaring lights. A brotherhood forged in sweat and tears, conquering doubts, and banishing fears.

But in the end win or lose, the lesson learned, we choose. Football is more than just a game, its grit and glory, heart of fame

From Baton Rouge, a voice arose,
A young heart filled with woes.
Kentrell Gaulden, the name he bore,
A life of struggle, and wanting more.

38 Baby, a mixtape's start,
Expressing pain, tearing worlds apart.
With raw emotion, he told his tale,
Through beats and rhymes, he would not fail.

He climbed the charts, a star so bright,
Shining through darkness, into the light.
But shadows lingered, controversies grew,
A life of highs, and lows he knew.

YoungBoy's voice, a melodic cry,
For understanding, reaching for the sky.
His fans they listen, to every word,
In his music, their voices are heard.

Though storms may rage, and battles fought,
His spirit unbroken, never bought.
NBA YoungBoy, a name in time,
Etched in rhythm, and every rhyme.

With ink as his armor, and rhythm his shield,
He paints tales of hardship, on life's battlefield.
Through shadows he dances, with beats as his guide,
A complex persona, nowhere to hide.

His lyrics, a mirror, reflecting the pain,
Of a generation caught in life's pouring rain.
He sings of the system, the streets, and the strife,
And the everyday battles of urban life.

Though critics may judge, and controversies swirl,
His music resonates with boys and girls.
In every verse, a story unfolds,
Of a young man's journey, brave and bold.

So listen closely, and you will see,
The heart of a poet, wild and free.
NBA YoungBoy, a name etched in time,
A voice of the streets, in rhythm and rhyme.

you only have one try to succeed

confidence and determination is all you need.

Worries around you, negativity of a life time

but don't let that determine your future.

Life is difficult, religious or not

so put your confidence in your steps of love.

arguments, disagreements until its over

Moving on might be hard.

Arguments with your mother, not being heard

you might feel stuck in your body

put your trust in God and learn how to cope

emotions might be built up, not knowing how to express

Moving on is what's right.

Life has the fearful as it has the fearless

Life has love as it has hate

Life has the weak as it has the strong

Life is feared because of the unknown

Life is short so it should be enjoyed

Life is destroyed and created once again

Life is given to us for a reason

Life is something that should be cherished

Life only gives us one chance and only one

Life comes back at you so be careful because…

Life eventually ends

With a ball at his feet, and the world in his eyes,
Messi moves like a whisper, beneath sunlit skies.
A dance with the game, a story untold,
In the touch of his boots, a legend unfolds.

The weight of the years, like shadows they creep,
But in his calm strides, the world falls asleep.
Through struggles and triumphs, through tears and through strife,
He carries the essence, the heart of life.

A twist and a turn, the crowd holds its breath,
As time stops around him, defying the depth.
In the flick of his foot, in the flicker of light,
Messi holds life, as the stars hold the night.

A king without crown, yet his name etched in gold,
He weaves through the moments, both timid and bold.
For football’s his canvas, each touch paints the sky,
And in every goal, he makes us fly high.

Messi holds life in the heartbeat of play,
The rhythm of dreams, the echo of day.
With every dribble, with every glance,
He teaches us all the art of the dance.

Playboi Carti, born Jordan Terrell Carter, is one of the most influential figures in modern hip-hop. His unique vocal style, avant-garde fashion sense, and genre-defying music have reshaped rap. His rise to fame came from underground hits that showcased his ability to craft infectious melodies and hypnotic beats.

Carti grew up in Riverdale, Georgia. He first wanted to be a basketball player but later turned to music. His early work under "Sir Cartier" was experimental. Once he adopted the name Playboi Carti, he gained traction in the underground rap scene. His connections with Awful Records and ASAP Mob helped refine his sound and expand his reach.

His self-titled debut mixtape in 2017 was a turning point. Featuring hits like "Magnolia" and "Wokeuplikethis*" (with Lil Uzi Vert), the project introduced a minimalist, bass-heavy style that became his signature. The mixtape’s success pushed him into the mainstream.

Carti’s first studio album, Die Lit (2018), solidified his status as a trailblazer. It debuted at number three on the Billboard 200. Featuring artists like Travis Scott, Nicki Minaj, and Chief Keef, Die Lit was praised for its energy and unconventional song structures.

After a hiatus, Carti returned with Whole Lotta Red (2020). It divided critics but resonated deeply with fans. The album debuted at number one on Billboard 200. Songs like "Stop Breathing" and "Vamp Anthem" showed his raw, punk-inspired sound.

Beyond music, Carti influences fashion and youth culture. His love for high-end brands like Rick Owens and Raf Simons has shaped trends. His label, Opium, supports emerging artists who share his vision.

Carti’s enigmatic persona adds to his allure. He often communicates cryptically online, keeping fans engaged. His ability to maintain mystery has contributed to his cult-like following.

Despite his success, Carti remains polarizing. His unconventional approach sparks debates about artistry. However, his willingness to challenge norms has secured his place in hip-hop’s evolution.

In conclusion, Playboi Carti’s impact extends beyond music. His fearless experimentation and unique style have cemented his legacy. As he continues to evolve, his influence on rap will shape the genre for years to come. He is also much better then yb

La Remontada

First Leg, in Paris' glow so bright,

Paris Saint-Germain took their flight,

3 goals to 1, a daunting sight,

A mountain high, a test of might.

The second leg, at Camp Nou’s roar,

Barcelona’s spirits ready to soar,

They faced the challenge, fists to the core,

A comeback legend they swore to score.

With passion burning, they fought through,

Goals from Rakitic, Sergi, and Suárez too,

A 6-1 triumph, breaking through,

A miracle etched in history anew.

From despair to glory, a story told,

Of courage fierce and hearts so bold,

La Remontada, a legend unfold,

A victory that will forever be gold.

Two legends rose, forever to soar,

Messi and Ronaldo, rival and king,

Their stories in stadiums softly sing.

Lionel, the maestro with feet of grace,

Goals like art, defenders chase,

Assists that weave through the air,

Trophies shining, beyond compare.

From Barcelona’s heart he’d weave his spell,

Goals and records, a story to tell,

Four Champions, La Liga’s pride,

In every match, he’d glide and slide.

Cristiano, the warrior fierce and bold,

Goals like thunder, stories told,

Assists too, with precision’s art,

A trophy cabinet that’s off the chart.

Manchester, Madrid, Juventus, too,

His relentless drive, forever true,

Five Ballon d’Or, a crown of fame,

His name etched deep in football’s frame.

Their rivalry, a dance of fire,

Pushing limits, aiming higher,

Goals and assists, trophies gleam,

In football’s hall of fame, a shared dream.

Two giants, one sport, forever entwined,

In history’s pages, their legends defined,

Messi and CR7, rivals in flight,

Icons shining through day and night.

Yet everyone must know:

When pressure builds like thunder,

And all the lights are bright,

He rises with the moment,

And silences the night.

A shot that echoes legends,

A heart that never quits,

Kawhi, the silent warrior,

With every game he fits.

So here’s to clutch and quiet,

To effort, not to sound,

For greatness walks in whispers,

Where Kawhi can be found.

Such a pure word can open a world full of hatred.

I have seen people give their own lives away just to take in their lover's essence one last time.

hands wither away, but the soul can remember.

The mind cannot forget the whispers of a name which used to be so dear..

The future, the future is the time we can't tell yet. It is the one thing no human being knows yet. The future can mean many things, like the city looks like it was made in the Future like third world Countries. It can also mean what you want to be in the future. Like "I wanna be a doctor" or " I wanna be a teacher because I like learning and encouraging other people." The future acts like the dreams of some people, no, it is the dreams of everyone. Everyone has goals, hope, dreams, whenever its selfish or it being to helping out others, the common outcome of the future is DREAMS.

Like for me, my Dreams or the Future for me is to go to Brooklyn tech, my mom went there and I want to continue in her footsteps. I also just want to be a good person overall, I want to help people. Not just for myself but for the felling of helping people. This is my definition of the Future, the future means a lot of things but one answer comes together DREAMSSS. Also sometimes the future helps us be together , take WW2 for an example, before it went national the Jews were all by them selfs, later when the future was 1949 it went national and bring nations together.

its to early to be doing this

having to get up to make sure I have the perfect outfit on that no one will notice.

No one's going to care about my outfit so why do I have to try.

It doesn't matter what I wear because ultimately my mom is going to come up the stairs and tell me to put on some shorts cause it's "too hot out"

and shes right about the weather.

It's the kind of hot and sticky weather outside, during the first week of September.

but towards the end of the month it turns into that apple crisp kind of weather.

The kind of weather where you don't have to carry a whole jacket but just your favorite fuzzy sweater.

you'll know when its that kind of weather when you step on a pile of leaves and it doesn't crunch like it did when it baked in the sun over the summer, but it just munches like oatmeal, a flavorless food.

on my way to school jumping over the piles of oat meal leaves. Walk into one of the 8 doors in front, pulling each one until I find the one that's open. Scan my id that has the most terrible picture on earth and walk carelessly into the school. As I'm walking up the stairs to class I'm looking at my id and wondering what possessed me to pose and smile like that? Why did I chose that outfit why did I put that clip in my hair?

As I'm questioning everything on my face and all the parts I chose to put on me that day trying to stop myself from going down this never ending spiral of judgment a girl comes up to me and say "hey, um I like your outfit." then I put my id back in my bag, thanked her for her complement and went into ELA.

In fact, it forms the very essence of our being--Deep, within our body lies the honed instinct to dominate, and slaughter our enemies! My friend ‘ you don’t have that! You’re weak…Ichigo!

I don’t know about Zangetsu. But I refuse to play horse to a king who’s weaker than me, If you aren’t willing to assert your strength and retain the crown, then I’ll destroy you……Which means……I’ll be king.

Then turn into friends

And will have memories for

Life time

The day felt like a new page to unlock

The years flew on by

As we laugh till on the floor

Now change is before us

A path to new schools and new beginnings

A new future awaits us all

Take every moment and cherish it

Let your dreams guide you to a new beginning

trauma has hit my mind everyday

whether it was bullying or betrayal

or pushing my body into permanent scars and blood or cutting myself

i take things differently now from normal

instead of becoming friends with everyone

i limit myself

maybe because now i have trust issues

maybe because now im cold

maybe because im dead

maybe one day

i will do it

because that thought has hit me

since i was younger.

He trained with a coach named Van Warren, who specialized in developing quarterbacks, with Jackson's mother diligently recreating drills at home. 

After transferring to Boynton Beach High School, Jackson excelled, leading the team to the regional semifinals during his senior year with over 3,000 passing yards and 36 touchdowns. In 2016, Jackson won the Heisman Trophy as a sophomore at the University of Louisville, becoming the first player in the school's history to do so. He was also named the ACC Athlete of the Year in 2017 and was a finalist for the Heisman in 2017 Despite his collegiate success, many NFL teams doubted Jackson's ability to play quarterback, with some suggesting he switch to wide receiver. 

The Baltimore Ravens drafted Jackson with the 32nd overall pick in the first round of the 2018 NFL Draft

After taking over as the starting quarterback mid-season, he led the Ravens to the playoffs. He went on to win his first NFL MVP Award in 2019 and a second in 2023, establishing himself as one of the league's best players. 

But for some reason i cant find a reason why?

I research to see why this happens

And found something to it!

Snowy particles form because of water vapor freezes directly onto a tiny particle

Im very happy i learned how

I am now satisfied without a doubt

You get to go to many different places

like Las Vegas, or even Wyoming

There is so much places you can go

From being in the air to seeing the sky

Flying is so much fun.

its like being in a cage

locked up

trying to fight

but I cant ignite

the flame inside of me

iv cried

tears dried

making stains on my face

all these nights

turn to frights

town to town

with a frown

time through time

crime from crime

like a car

you went to far

left me behind

I'm still kind

but something is lurking inside

I like the rain

because it senses my pain

I was crying on her shoulder

all she could do was hold me

she told me I should put it all behind me

and it only brought us closer until july

I got slowly forgotten

I had an endless cycle of pain

but I hold a mask

and I keep it tight

no one sees me cry

until I fly

he had me thinking

2+2=5

and I'm the love of his life

cause if rain don't pour and the sun don't shine

then changing him is possible

but I should know that love is never logical

cause you made me think

The sky is green, the grass is red and
You mean all those words you said
I'm sure that girl is really your friend
Problems are all solvable

Nature, people, art, and life.

All these things are beauty, that's right.

most people think beauty is what you see

but, its also someones personality.

beauty can be a feeling, that not many know, it can be a relationship that continues to grow.

a lot of people have their opinion on beauty, but I hope what they all have in common, is that you experience it at least once your life. ( we are all beautiful!) <3

From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:

I fell in love with you.

A love so deep I gave you my all —
From my mind & body
To my spirit & soul.

As a six-year-old boy
Deeply in love with you
I never saw the end of the tunnel.
I only saw myself
Running out of one.

And so I ran.
I ran up and down every court
After every loose ball for you.
You asked for my hustle
I gave you my heart
Because it came with so much more.

I played through the sweat and hurt
Not because challenge called me
But because YOU called me.
I did everything for YOU
Because that’s what you do
When someone makes you feel as
Alive as you’ve made me feel.

You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream
And I’ll always love you for it.
But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.
This season is all I have left to give.
My heart can take the pounding
My mind can handle the grind
But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.

And that’s OK.
I’m ready to let you go.
I want you to know now
So we both can savor every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad.
We have given each other
All that we have.

And we both know, no matter what I do next
I’ll always be that kid
With the rolled up socks
Garbage can in the corner
:05 seconds on the clock
Ball in my hands.
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1

Love you always,
Kobe

You found me drifting through the sound again.

With your laughter echoing like a summer breeze,

You caught me off guard, with a heart that frees.

So we’ll chase these shadows across the golden light,

Running through the daydreams, holding on so tight.

With every whispered promise, I’ll be your moonlit guide,

In a world of fleeting moments, let’s get lost inside.

Every road we wander, every word we speak,

Feels like a melody that’s just a little sweet.

From the coffee stains to late-night dreams,

You paint my heart with your softest schemes.

So we’ll chase these shadows across the golden light,

Running through the daydreams, holding on so tight.

With every whispered promise, I’ll be your moonlit guide,

In a world of fleeting moments, let’s get lost inside.

(Bridge)

And if the stars forget to shine,

I’ll still find a way to make you mine.

Through the silence after storms,

We’ll write our story, keeping warm.

So we’ll chase these shadows, as the night unfolds,

In a dance of destiny, where love grows bold.

With every whispered promise, I’ll be your moonlit guide,

In a world of fleeting moments, let’s get lost inside.

So take my hand, let’s leave the past behind,

In this wild pursuit, our hearts aligned.

We’ll keep chasing the shadows, forever intertwined,

In the echoes of forever, our love is un-de-fined.

He donned a mask, a whisper in the dark,
And in his eyes, he left a crimson mark.
He commanded souls with a single word,
A power known to very few had stirred.

His greatest weapon, not a Knightmare's might,
But mind's own chess game, played with perfect sight.
He out-thought empires on a grand design,
With cunning intellect, and a flawless line.
He turned defeat to victory's sweet taste,
A master tactician, never to be replaced.

He inspired the weak, the forgotten, the forlorn,
Promising a future for a world reborn.
He bore the hatred of a world in pain,
A demon king for justice to attain.

But beneath the mask, a boy still stood,
Haunted by the choices of his evil good.
For a peaceful world, he bore the sin,
And let his strength consume him from within.
His final gambit, the world's most bitter show,
A sacrifice to let the future grow.
His greatest power was his last great feat,
To end the war, and make his plan complete.

The kitchen is a stage, the meal a play,
With love the secret ingredient for the day.
A mother's hands that knead the waiting dough,
The stories told to make a child's spirit glow.
At humble tables and at feasts so grand,
We share a language every heart can understand.

Food gives us strength to work and play,
To face the challenges that fill our day.
A simple meal can be a sturdy rock,
Against the worries that around us flock.
It fills the body, mends the weary soul,
And helps to make the fragmented person whole.

^{Nadie puede darme}

^{la clase de felicidad que tú}

^{me das, la alegría que siento}

^{cuando estoy en tus brazos}

^{no la he sentido jamás.}

^{Nunca dejes de amarme como lo haces, no dejes de demostrarme lo que es la felicidad.}

^compartirme

our beloved Cristiano

who deserves to be kissed on the hand

when the ball goes up.

A veteran player

of Portuguese descent

causes headaches

for opponents early on.

He is a key piece

that a team needs

because on the pitch he proclaims

his greatness with his boots.

He has a history written

with five Ballon d'Or awards

decorously displayed

in his exquisite showcase.

Cristiano is a great treasure

who gives his all in every game,

and with Real Madrid he has been

a truly household name.

He has also had a notable performance with Manchester United

because he puts his heart into it

in the open space.

With his extraordinary play,

we must give support

to the great Cristiano Ronaldo

the new King of the Ball!

the first spark, a burning longing.

It is not the final gold, nor the radiant summit,

it is the first step of a hesitant foot.

It is the rock that yields to the persistent chisel,

the drop that patiently pierces the rock.

It is the honest sweat on the brow that shines,

the fall that teaches the knee to grow.

Achievement is the echo of a voice that does not remain silent,

the inner victory of every battle.

It is not measured in applause or worldly brilliance,

but in the certainty of having tried.

It is the heart that no longer doubts,

the strength that is born from a naked soul.

It is breaking the chains of uncertainty,

and climbing the highest peak with faith.

So do not seek the end of the path,

achievement is alive in your own destiny.

In every small step forward, in every lesson,

the glory of overcoming is hidden.

From sparks of thought to silicon dreams, We built a world of coded streams. A whisper once across the land Now travels fast through every hand.

Screens glow bright in midnight rooms, Replacing stars with data blooms. We speak in texts, we share in bytes, Our voices lost in satellite flights.

Machines that learn, and minds that race, Time compressed in cyberspace. We ask the cloud, we trust the code, We walk the paths that circuits showed.

A child can ask a distant star, And answers come from realms afar. Maps unfold with just a swipe, And books are born from every type.

Yet in this maze of endless light, We trade the day for sleepless night. We scroll and tap, we click and stare, And wonder if the soul is there.

Technology, both friend and thief, It brings us joy, it brings us grief. It builds, it breaks, it lifts, it binds A mirror held to humankind.

But nobody knows its challenges,

its lustful thoughts its pain and heartbreak

Its like being caught in a cage

filled with hate and rage

questioning why it had to be you

but you could only end up with no clue

Everyone wants to find their soulmate

but nobody understands that love isn't something you could buy, its something you earn with trust, loyalty, kindness, and companion ship. Everyone has their good times but sometimes it ends with pain, arguments, and tears.

But its still love right?

fate is constantly turning gears

who knows what will come next

a turn of events, a change of mind

sometimes you can't predict

even you if plan things a certain way

it might not go the way you wanted

so that means the world is running on randomness

like insane nonsense and liberals on politics

but who knows what goes on in their brain

its all so random, so nonsensical

what we find wrong they find right

what we find right they find wrong

that's how our world runs on randomness

do you comprehend ?

"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas: This villanelle is a powerful and famous poem about death and the human spirit's fight against it.

• "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley: A classic sonnet exploring the transience of power and the inevitable decay of all empires.

  "Sonnet 18" ("Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?") by William Shakespeare: Widely considered one of the greatest love poems ever written, it compares the subject's beauty to a summer's day and promises them immortality through verse.

  "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe: A narrative poem famous for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere, focusing on a grieving man and a mysterious talking raven.

  "Because I could not stop for Death—" by Emily Dickinson: This iconic poem personifies Death as a polite gentleman taking the speaker on a carriage ride toward eternity.

  "And Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou: A powerful and inspiring poem of resilience and strength in the face of oppression and injustice.

  "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman: An elegy for Abraham Lincoln, this poem uses the metaphor of a ship and its captain to mourn the fallen leader after the Civil War.

  "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley: A short, powerful Victorian poem about self-mastery and an unconquerable soul, famously quoted for its final lines, "I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul".

  "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron: A lyrical poem that idealizes a woman's beauty, known for its elegant language and romantic tone.

  
  

  And System By Josiah Jessamy: System are meant to hold back creativity and thought of the human mind, you and yourself need to break free.

The world right now is facing half of these problems right now. All of these problems are because of development in oil and robotic. These two are the main problem in the world , even big companies say every thing is fine which it really isn't. We as the people need to fight back and save the world.

The Flame Breathing, a vibrant dance,
He gave the weak a fighting chance.
Against the Upper Moon, a blazing stand,
Protecting lives throughout the land.

"Set your heart ablaze," the words he spoke,
A final lesson, strong as oak.
He lived with honor, faced the dawn,
A brilliant light, forever drawn.

Though the warrior's flame did finally cease,
His legacy brought strength and peace.
He burned so bright until the end,
A hero's heart, a noble friend 🔥

as i stare at the blank text box, I wonder about other things besides even typing something into the box

"what does ... think?"

"what do I have to finish after school?"

so many thoughts, so many

it really takes you away from reality

it'll make you daydream

stare into blank space

until your friend waves at you

"huh? oh my bad.."

then you reverse.

but this is just from another perspective

how about you..?

It seems that I have bumped my head

For the thousandth time

Or maybe was it someone

Playing mind games with me

Again and again

And I can't seem to remember

What exactly happened

Before I cut all ties

With what once

I remembered

a soft voice on the days

when everything feels heavy.

It’s laughter in the hallway,

secrets whispered between classes,

and trust that grows

even when the world feels loud.

A true friend stands beside you

not only in happy moments,

but when your heart feels tired.

Friendship is choosing kindness,

showing loyalty,

and understanding without words.

It’s the warm feeling

that you are never alone —

because someone cares,

someone listens,

someone stays.

Friendship is not perfect,

but it is real,

and that makes it beautiful.

Sometimes friendship begins with just a smile,

a small moment that grows

into something strong and unforgettable.

Friends are the people who see your mistakes

but still choose to stay.

They celebrate your wins,

support you in your losses,

and remind you of your worth

when you forget it yourself.

Friendship grows through moments big and small —

through shared jokes, honest talks, and the comfort

of knowing someone truly understands you.

It teaches us patience, kindness, and the value

of having a heart that listens.

And in the end, “friendship” is one of the greatest gifts

we can give and receive.

It stays with us through time, shaping who we are

and reminding us that life feels brighter

when we don’t walk through it alone.

a soft voice on the days

when everything feels heavy.

It’s laughter in the hallway,

secrets whispered between classes,

and trust that grows

even when the world feels loud.

A true friend stands beside you

not only in happy moments,

but when your heart feels tired.

Friendship is choosing kindness,

showing loyalty,

and understanding without words.

It’s the warm feeling

that you are never alone —

because someone cares,

someone listens,

someone stays.

Friendship is not perfect,

but it is real,

and that makes it beautiful.

Sometimes friendship begins with just a smile,

a small moment that grows

into something strong and unforgettable.

Friends are the people who see your mistakes

but still choose to stay.

They celebrate your wins,

support you in your losses,

and remind you of your worth

when you forget it yourself.

Friendship grows through moments big and small —

through shared jokes, honest talks, and the comfort

of knowing someone truly understands you.

It teaches us patience, kindness, and the value

of having a heart that listens.

And in the end, “friendship” is one of the greatest gifts

we can give and receive.

It stays with us through time, shaping who we are

and reminding us that life feels brighter

when we don’t walk through it alone.

When we have true friendship, we feel more confident and calm because we know there is someone we can trust. These relationships are built on respect, honesty, and kindness, and over time they become something very important. Friends make our days warmer, help us grow, and notice the good around us. That is why friendship is a value we should always cherish.

a soft voice on the days

when everything feels heavy.

It’s laughter in the hallway,

secrets whispered between classes,

and trust that grows

even when the world feels loud.

A true friend stands beside you

not only in happy moments,

but when your heart feels tired.

Friendship is choosing kindness,

showing loyalty,

and understanding without words.

It’s the warm feeling

that you are never alone —

because someone cares,

someone listens,

someone stays.

Friendship is not perfect,

but it is real,

and that makes it beautiful.

Sometimes friendship begins with just a smile,

a small moment that grows

into something strong and unforgettable.

Friends are the people who see your mistakes

but still choose to stay.

They celebrate your wins,

support you in your losses,

and remind you of your worth

when you forget it yourself.

Friendship grows through moments big and small —

through shared jokes, honest talks, and the comfort

of knowing someone truly understands you.

It teaches us patience, kindness, and the value

of having a heart that listens.

And in the end, “friendship” is one of the greatest gifts

we can give and receive.

It stays with us through time, shaping who we are

and reminding us that life feels brighter

when we don’t walk through it alone.

When we have true friendship, we feel more confident and calm because we know there is someone we can trust. These relationships are built on respect, honesty, and kindness, and over time they become something very important. Friends make our days warmer, help us grow, and notice the good around us. That is why friendship is a value we should always cherish.

some don't, that's okay

People let me fly, leaving me to be

I love being free

I had more freedom when I was three

It helps me feel at ease

I love brownies, but sometimes

It makes drowsy. I go to the store to get medicine for a dime

It helps the time fly by

When relax I feel at ease

I can do a lot more

just listen to the breeze

My soul is so bold

If someone touches it they gonna freeze.

When I draw I leave a piece of my heart

I draw and leave you a piece of my soul

For you to appreciate my art as my goal

My picture is as hot as coal

Every time I draw is powerful

Some may say it is beautiful

You may say my art is a ten

But my interpretation is six seven!!

Water don't splash when it touches your face.

They think its easy just strokes in a lane.

But your fighting the clock and through the pain.

Quiet on land but loud in the tide.

Where nobody sees what keeps you inside.

Breath after breath counting the beat.

Turning that pressure to something elite.

Coming to school I sleep

In school I sleep , In class I sleep ,

While sleeping I sleep , I sleep in my dreams

My sleeping meets no end , sleeping while I sleep , Waking up I fall back to sleep Waking up only to eat , going back to sleep just to go back to sleep again , My sleeping will never end , Just as long as I live , I will sleep again and again .

is not who i actually am

yes, i love playing games

listening to music

toying with you

reading

singing if you ever catch me

and you know, just listening to you

and when this happens

that means I'm comfortable with you

this also means you have

my full trust

my full attention

my full loyalty

my full love.

and if it's weird for you

im sorry.

if we start distancing

im sorry.

it's all my fault.

They like the way I kick it running up and down the field this isn't a game of cricket our goalie is the shield.

would I be the same?

The person used as a joke

Something in vain

If you really got to know me,

would you treat me like him or her?

Or am I something disgusting,

to be thrown away

If you knew I wasn't straight,

would you look at me weird?

Being someone progressive,

or slurs being shot at me as if it's

your personal laughingstock

If you kept looking at me,

like a shameful memory

Would you keep assuming

Those harmful stigma

So keep using me as your next joke

A giggle can't be kept away

The harmful trash that chokes out of

your mouth

Keep trying to fit in

be the same,

Because I can't stop you

about being humiliating

The sea would roar, the cannons flare,
Yet still he grinned without despair.
For every scar and every fight
Burned brighter in his reckless light.

He stretched beyond what fear could chain,
Through hunger, heartbreak, storm, and pain.
Not for a throne or gilded fame—
But freedom wrapped inside a name.

His crew, a patchwork constellation,
Found home within his declaration:
“No king above the open sea
Can cage the dreams that carry me.”

And somewhere past the final foam,
Beyond the maps no ships have known,
The future waits with drums that ring
For the boy who laughs like he’s already king

Its missing leg still tries to stand,

Like hope refusing still to fall.

A shattered mirror on the floor

Keeps every face it used to know,

Though none come looking anymore.

And broken things are strange that way,

They ache, they bend, they come apart,

Yet carry pieces of the day.

All Might walked through smoke like thunder’s sound,
Each shattered street became sacred ground.
A single laugh against despair,
And suddenly courage filled the air.

“I am here,” the heavens rang,
Like bells of war the skyline sang.
Villains trembled, shadows split,
Because one light refused to quit.

Yet power fades like dying stars,
Even legends carry scars.
Behind the grin, the weakened bone,
A hero bearing pain alone.

Still he raised his mighty hand,
Not for glory, praise, or stand—
But so a child somewhere could see
What kind of soul they wished to be.

And when the final embers dim,
The age of peace remembers him.
Not just strength, nor battles won—
But the way he made the fearful run

Toward tomorrow. Toward the fight.
Toward their own becoming light.

Getting compliments for my work, yet it doesn't feel real.

Reality hits and I suddenly don't know what's happening in certain classes

Math? English? Spanish? What's going on?

Grades slip yet still are high..

Am I even as smart as I appear to be?

water don't splash when it

touches your face they think its easy just strokes in a lane.

but your fighting the clock and thought the pain.

Quiet on land but loud but loud in the tide.

where nobody sees what keeps you inside.

Breath after breath counting the beat.

Turning the pressure to something elite.

If I didn't play volleyball would you still laugh at me

If I grew taller and reached over the net would you still laugh at me

If I played another position would you still laugh at me

If only I grew a little taller maybe you wouldn't laugh at me

If I told you I was 14 and had my own business, selling fidgets and gadgets to people, would you be even more surprised?

If I showed all my ideas about helping myself and others with present and future problems, would you be impressed?

If I said the amount of trial and error I had to go through to succeed, would you be even more impressed?

I wonder...

But not many people know of his wonderful personality.

Griefer's not just a character, he's a phenomenon.

He descended from the heavens to bless us with his beautiful presence.

I KNOW you might think of him as a stinky chud who never showers,

but his aura (both metaphorically and literally) is AMAZING!

He's a one time alignment with the stars

A concept made into reality by our Shakespearean writers of Spaceman Moonbase studios.

Whenever I see Griefer, I SCREAM!

Not out of fright, but out of delight!

He's so amazing! My beautiful, gracious, majestic, nice, beautiful, nice-smelling, intelligent, lovely character ever!

Remember, never judge a book by its cover... there is a LOT to him...

I wish I was a little bit taller

I wish I had some feet

I wish I could fall

I wish I could drink apple juice

I wish I could drink orange juice

I wish I was Lebron James

I wish I was triple T

I wish I could walk before I fall

I wish I could read books

Despite the decent grades

Because what most of you don't see

Are the kids I see crying

Every month month

What if I showed you

The mistakes we students make

Much like the ones the school does

Would you still think

Of school so fondly

You could blame us

For what we do

But how hypocritical

Must a school be

To dare lecture our mistakes

When yours seem to affect

More people

Then those kids

And yet you still repeat the same speech

For us to hear again and again

What if you saw

The sleepiness nights

Where instead of having dreams

I stress of the disappointment

That is soon to come

Would you finally remember

Where you were

Who you were

Before climbing your own

Hill of life

Would you finally remember

Your adolescent days

Right when

Your cycle

Of repetition began

It feels like

No matter how hard I try

And how one may see me

I still feel like I'm stupidly

Doing nothing

It feels like a cycle

Of never ending work

And I only have more to come

More to write, more to do

Before I finally go back home

Even through day and night,

But I'm actually Chinese

Racism brings people delight

People think all Asian culture is the same

But people are wrong

People use racism for fame

But Chinese history is long

I wished people understood the difference

Why do people think it's funny

But it makes our relationship distance

Is racism worth the money?

Many may think that I only like football but I like reading books as well.Books bring me into these imaginary worlds where characters can live free without a worry.

If I were to crack funny jokes

Would you laugh at me?

People think I'm shy

People think I'm quiet

But under all this

I am as loud as can be

Don't try to put a narrative on me

Don't assume who I am

I am confident

But in reality,hidden in a

dark room is a kid waiting for something

You may think she's a smart kid,

But in reality, I view myself as dumb even though i'm not.

You see a shy kid, kinda talks but not really, doesn't raise their hand, does their work and everything,

But in reality, you see a kid who likes to talk but wont if she doesn't have to.

Can you believe it if I told you...

In reality, somethings you thought

are true, aren't in reality.

Sometimes in life you have to face reality,

and even sometimes,reality has to face

You.

-Anonymous

At school they see me laughing, acting normal every day,
Never guessing there’s a hidden side I keep tucked away,
Because my love for anime is something I don’t usually say.

They’d probably call me weird, childish, or someone strange,
Think I live inside fake worlds and never want to change,
So I keep that part locked up, hidden out of range.

But inside my room, the stories make me feel alive,
The characters and battles help my confidence survive,
No one sees the real me — the side that anime helps thrive.

I really try

With my spear4 in hand I claim this land

I don't know what to write.

uhm.

anime is pretty cool

and so is school.

can humans fly

I don't see why

not. I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go to mi casa

I would l9ve to go home

No thunder demanded, no spotlight plea,
Just footwork sharp as poetry.
A pivot, a fade, a patient drive,
He plays like the game itself’s alive.

Defenders lean the wrong way first,
Like they’ve been fooled by something rehearsed.
He doesn’t fly above the rim with flame,
He simply wins—and repeats the same.

And that’s the wonder. That’s the art.
No ego bursting from his heart.
No chest-beat kingdom, no silver throne,
Just trust in the work when nobody’s known.

He speaks like someone still amazed
That fans chant loud and banners blaze.
Still thanks his teammates every night,
Still treats the struggle with quiet light.

Some stars arrive demanding praise,
Built from headlines, smoke, and haze.
But Brunson’s greatness feels handmade,
Like early mornings no cameras stayed.

The city loves its legends fierce,
The ones who roar and break and pierce.
Yet somehow New York found its son
Inside the steadiness of Brunson.

Not humble because he doubts his skill,
But humble because he’s climbing still.
A leader who knows the climb is shared,
A rare kind of strong—the kind that cares.

And when the buzzer cuts the air,
And victory hangs somewhere up there,
He nods once, then walks away—
Ready to work again next day.

What if people reject you because of your own traits? What if you like to make art, or produce music? What if you get shut away because of the things that make a person themselves, or what makes you, well, you. It's always a "What if. ." and never "But why?" But why hide my creativity? But why tell me to not show my true self? But why, pray tell, why should I conform to society's standards when society doesn't dictate what or who I'm supposed to be?

There's always a good amount of lives as there is bad. Some people are born terrible or grow up with horrid influences around them. Some people don't deserve life's beauty, as they take it for granted. But, to those innocent lives that get thrown away by those who do it "just because. ." BUT WHY?

Life is a wondrous thing that makes us human, and humans are everything, to nothing. Till life and death do lovers part, till it does friendships part, till it does family part.

It makes you truly realise, life is not useless, nor necessary.

big fire
gray smoke
big guns
no food

big fight
long time
many soldiers
world full of blood

What for? Why does this happen? Why can't we coexist? For what reason do we fight?

for all is without reason, a world full of pain

The jokes we made, the gossip we shared,
Knowing that these were the only times I truly cared.
It hurts to think we’ll be apart,
With heavy feelings and a hole in my heart.

But even though I’m filled with fear,
I’m finally ready to leave my younger self here
The future's bright and wide and free,
I can’t wait to see who I'm meant to be.

Late night homework tests and stress
Lockers made a giant mess
Now we stand a little taller
Ready for the next big chapter

Teachers cheer and families grin
Summer break is closing in
One last walk through every grade
Goodbye to middle school we made

in every face

there's a inner face

it shows

what you don't

you think you will get rejected

or won't fit in

autophobia it is called

the fear of being alone,

with no one to talk to

no one to laugh with

and no one to help you

you can rip off the mask

or let it hurt your inner face

sitting there

biting and pinching onto your face

does it pain you enough to do something about?

Why, do we hide? Is it the fear of being alone? Is it the fear that we will not fit in? Or is it that, you really want to conceal your real face?

for removing the mask will let you breathe,

if only for a while

A sparrow in a murder of crows

A tiger in a pride of lions

Always being my own person

Never following the crowd

Staying true to myself

Sometimes I wish

I could just follow everyone else

And not stand out

Sometimes I wish

I wasn't so different

If I could just

Be like everyone else.

Although I don't know much, but I do know enough, to make my designs, have the perfect touch.

Bags, blankets, whatever I want, I can make come true with a wonderful font. Sometimes the string snags, and the fabric has a mind of its own,

but I eventually get it done, and I always have some fun!

whenever I get to sew, I am always in the moment, seeing it through the process, turning something into my own.

I hate when I'm being told to clean my room.

See it's not the cleaning that bothers me.

It's the pressure behind it.

Go study. Practice more.

Why aren't you better yet?

Don't waste your time. Be productive.

Wake up earlier. Stop Being so lazy

Do something useful.

I don't hate studying.

I hate the feeling that my worth depends on my grade.

I don't hate practicing.

I hate the feeling that I'm never improving fast enough.

I don't hate waking up early.

I hate the feeling that I'm already exhausted with no space to breathe.

I don't hate effort, I hate guilt, expectations, and comparisons.

"Look at that other kid.

Why can't you be more like them?"

I hate the feeling when love is conditional.

Like approval has to be earned.

Because when something is my choice, it feels light.

When I choose to clean, to study, to try, it feels different.

But when it's forced, even the smallest things can feel heavy

A privilege. Maybe it was in your time, but school isn't what it used to be.

Look around. Instead of teaching,

We get worksheets handed over, tasks thrown across the room, everything available online, and it's still called teaching.

Does that sound like a privilege to you?

I'm tired of being my own teacher,

Google being my best friend.

Because your so called privilege seems more like neglect.

Wearing a costume. We're expected to understand everything without being taught, to perform, without being prepared to succeed, without support. And if we don't, its our own fault. It's always our fault. No one asked why we're lost. They just Mark it wrong and move on.

No one explains. They just upload another file and call it a lesson. So we're drowning in information, but starving for actual guidance.

If I were to explain to you how vicious and determined I and the community can get, would you laugh?

If you understood how deeply after one slight mishap or one mistake, would you chuckle?

If I danced away to literally any song that's on my playlist, would you start spamming cry emojis?

Even if I told you I would go to school for dance full-time, would you laugh then?

Always turning dumb little movements into jokes archived

But when I'm alone, all the noise gets still,

So I write what I think, instead of saying how I feel.

I act carefree most days, that part is true, but my mind says more than I let people view.

But they never like to see

and they also fail to know why.

Why can't they think beyond the surface?

see beyond the perfect daughter.

Its always straight, nothing or anything beyond straight is consider a sin.

I always have to stay straight

straight grades, straight skin, straight girl.

But I'm not that. I'm nothing from straight in anything yet the line between fear and queer start to blur in, its different once I get home, Outside I can love whom but until I'm home I'm just-

Straight grades, Straight skin, Straight girl

that will always be the why, think, see

that will only be me.

Lit up the classroom, showed like none.

If I could speak up and tell what's what

Would you see me as just anyone?

If I wasn't so sad and never turn blue

If I could hold an umbrella up to my tears.

If I could mask up the truth

And lie behind my teeth

Tell you I'm fine and shoo away your worry.

Could you think of me as HUMAN?

If I wasn't so mean as I'm called

If I could calm down when I'm upset,

If I could treat you with care,

Not snap without care, no

If only I was as kind as deep down

If you could see past my loud mouth,

YOU would treat me as you did before.

They say this because I am always loud.

Even if people say this it is not true since I am really nice

I might be loud because I may need to prove points.

I also may be loud because I might be mad at someone or something.

I am actually a really nice person

Most of the time I support people and help them out.

I also give people things a lot like some snacks at times.

This is what people think about me and what is really true.

at things like pain

take babies for example

they laugh while you pain

think about the present

we laugh when you hurt yourself

we laugh when you trip

we laugh when you are in harsh times

but say, when we are the victim,

why do we feel so?

our grown indifference,

is it really "good"?

for all the questions asked

is answers left unknown

a tale for another time

for lies is all we know.

I love my music

Music is like a special memory

There's always a beat playing in my body

Morning,Afternoon,Night,it's everywhere

R&B,Jazz,Rap,it's everywhere

It doesn't matter where you are

When you feel overwhelmed

You can just pop in you headphones

and listen to without judge

You always still have music

no matter the occasion

My music helps me block out noise

And maybe it can help you too

It's like a special note

That's always in the back of my mind

Playing a beat in my body

When I look at my music

I see myself dancing

hoping that I will never lose my spark

for music

Because that's all it is

A special memory

Judging , judging all day long ,think I don’t but I do 

I read the body like a book it’s not that easy unlike that book 

I find the truth through their eyes it’s very easy like the book 

I wish I wouldn’t need to read to find that truth but 

“Stupid “ that’s what they see, I play along like a spy 

It’s easier to hide then to show so I will do so on and so far 

They judge me all day they don’t know what they are saying 

I love to sing my emotions ,on that stage I stand .

Well people don’t know I do so ,so I will live like a spy hidden in that lie 

Oh sun sun call my name I will wait for you to say my name 

I believe in love I don’t in lies it’s easy to figure just open your eyes 

I wish they knew that I could know but they not me so they will have fun 

Think, think , tired ,tired all night all day I think like fire 

I write these poems with my heart like how I read these people with my mind .

 Home, we need to move

   Somewhere thats secluded

   Somewhere that is quiet

    Somewhere that is delightful

 5   Home, we need to move 

  Sometimes is loud, some not

  We need something that can keep us busy

       Something that we all need

       Like what bees do to please the queen

  10  Home, we need to move

     Me and my family love nice scenery 

 The kind that can get your blood up and going

 Something that get your systems flowing

Everything we need is somewhere were not

15 Home, we need to move.

But my brain feels foggy, lost in a maze.

American kids laugh at my lunch, my name,

I try to blend in, but it's never the same.

How can I be me when I don't know the game?

It's hard to be here, stuck between two worlds

My friends go out late, they talk about boys,

But my parents watch me, I hear their sharp voices.

“Uzbek girls don't do that” they always say,

I see their worried eyes, day after day.

I just want to live, not constantly obey.

School feels like a test i can never pass,

Trying to fit in, but I'm made of different glass.

They have freedom, parties, clothes i cant wear,

I have rules and whispers and constant stare.

Sometimes I just wish I wasn't really there.

I practice my English, I try to be cool,

But my traditions pull me back, it feels cruel.

American dreams feels so far away,

While Uzbek ways hold me tighter each day.

Will I ever find my own path, come what may?

It's hard to be here, stuck between 2 worlds

Wake up do chores , study,be a mom and repeat 

Wake up do chores ,study,be a mom and repeat 

Appreciated… well maybe not but not enough 

Very close .

Go to school doing to much after school not that much 

Captain of girls basketball team… gotta show up 

But when i dont iam not that much 

Tell them tell them whats going on but talking about it wont make it stop 

Tired i go home telling mom ,not enough of talking would help me stop 

I did the chores asked if people were ok when i needed the most 

But what I get is UNAPPERCIATED …

Sick mentally before physically all i need is “ thank you” but 

Maybe it's too much tired and lazy is what they see look me in the eyes 

And tell me what you see …. UNAPPRECIATED.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

My room is a total mess right now
and my mom won't even look at me..
I have these huge plans in my head
but I'm just sitting here by myself.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

Math class is literally a nightmare
and my face is breaking out so bad.
The other kids laugh when I talk
like they could do it way better than me.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

I'm awake at like two in the morning
just staring at my stupid ceiling.
I know I'm gonna make it big someday
even if everyone wants me to fail.

Nobody believes in the bean I want to be.

One day the world will finally see.
It doesn't matter what they say today
because they don't know anything at all.
Someday they will see the bean I want to be.

But as I start the still life I create jealousy,

And I know that's bad,

And I don't want this to happen but I cant help it,

When my teacher critics my work all I can think about is how bad it is,

Looking around the room and seeing all the art,

I cant help but wonder about mine,

My work will never be as good as the kids in my "Art Class"