this poem depicts today rather accurately.

"she caresses my face tightly

leaving her handmark on my face.

as i my eyes overflow with tears

her insulting words pierce my heart

like an arrow

eradicating all the confidence i have left

she bangs the door and exits the room

and her face appears in my head

her warm smile and neverending gift of presents

hiding a vile and vicious force in her

waiting to be unleashed.

eyes

red and puffy

i take out a sharp penknife

and slit my wrists

trying to clear her

blood that runs in my veins.

her words on

how i have failed her

how i have dishonored her

reverberate throughout the room

as i remain captive within these four walls

the only place i have ever been and known

a living hell.

sounds of footsteps echo and the door opens

and i know i am vindicated once again.

by the woman who has given life to me"

Anonymous from the Internet

How touching.

Quattad

i'm just your typical forteen year old boy. adolescent, dealing with growing pains just as any other normal human teenager would. except what sets me apart is that i go by the name of glen and i am the supposed owner of this forsaken web page. i'm odd in the way that i have very frequent moodswings and i argue a lot with everyone - including my best friend, who's well, pretty much non-existant. so i guess i'm your typical, not-so-typical guy.
i'm just who i am. metro, a SNAG and the oh-so-annoying bitch. lazy, cranky, irritable and irritating in every way. just living out my life as normal as i possibly can. with friends that can hurt me to the core and enemies that surprise me. it's no wonder i keep this blog.