Bisexual I am bi. Which is ridiculous, Everyone knows bisexuals don't exist. I just haven't chosen yet. How silly of me. Maybe I am straight? I've certainly have had crushes on boys. I can be straight, And my parents would never know about the girls I've liked, And maybe then God would still love me. Maybe I am a lesbian? I can't deny I find girls attractive. I could be gay, And maybe girls won't turn away when I say I am bi, And maybe my parents would actualy understand the term, Even if they don't like it. Liking both? Ridiculous! I am obviously a slut. I am just looking for attention. I am still in the closet. I just have to decide.

They say write what you know, Which is stupid. I am very young, And I know very little, But I dream of dragons and monsters, Of space and tiny cities under my floorboards. I write who I am, And I write what I love, But I don't write what I know, Because I love so much more.

Killer I killed someone. I had to, It wasn't my choice. I killed myself, you see, The person I was is dead. Their blood is on my hands. They can never come back, No matter how hard I try. Sometimes, I put on their face, For old times sake, It fools everyone, But it dosen't quite fit. I am left with a hollow corpse of who I was, And my hands are stained with blood.

A Real Person I think I am real (But I am unsure). I feel pain and sadness, I feel sickness and hunger, I feel distant and floating, Detatched, Like I am some ancient being that stole this body, Unsure of how it works exactly. Did the person I stole it from die? Or are they trapped, screaming in the back of my brain, Unable to do anything? I should want to return it, But I like who I am. If I left, would the person I am now change? Not being controlled by emotions or body anymore, Would I twist into the thing I was, Instead of who I am now? I like who I am, I like being human, But would I be able to steal a soul for it, Trapping someone in my head, Living the #life that should have been theirs? Their friends and family are living with a lie, A fake person, trying to pretend, But they are my friends as well, And I don't want to leave.

Hello (to everyone) I am new (to this world, or to you?) I am real (probably) I exist (because I think) I write (because it is fun) (I am unsure) I enjoy this I am a person