except me. We hide it in real life and sometimes let it out in a game, like me. Then we're hated and if ou're like me you tend to crave attention and drama so everyone hates you as I am doing right now to draw attention to me
I hope u don't mind if I post one of my poems: we humans r nothing more than a cave full of wonders, of secrets, and of shadows. But whom is brave enough to explore deep down into one of these do called caves and discover all of it's secrets. And long after entering this cave, he discovers the only reason why he is there is the well hidden, prescious treasure called love, which he looks thoroughly for. But it is very hidden and may not b revealed until the one worthy of it has shown up, found it, and sworn solemn oath to care for it. And only then may he have this valuable treasure.
We are a demanding race always moving always searching asking questions about out surroundings finding answers always in compitition trying to be the best wanting to come out on too pushing our our limits reaching for the stars to know three major questions are we alone in the universe? What is the meaning of life? What are our limits, if any? We are a demanding race always moving always searching
Doing what is right Not for fame, Not for fortune, But for those in need, Oppressed, The hungry, The poor and homeless. Being there for others, Lending a hand, Or moral support. Doing what others will not. Being a guide, A friend, An unsung hero
It's just a poem, it's not even very good, but here it is ~ Day has ended, But night is gone, Time has stopped, Yet I walk on, Into the havens, Where I'll be free, To live in peace, Eternally. My time has come, I fear it not, Unto this earth I say, Farewall.
My Mistake I sit here crying, looking grim, Feeling hurt, soul stained with sin, Tears falling down, with hopeless sight, As I will things to be alright. As I wonder, ponder life, Taken away with a blood-red knief, I know that I have gone astray, Hopeless, lost, cast away. Memories flash, go through my mind. Relief is not here. Death won't be so kind. Pain will proceed, a heart torn and ripped. And in my hands, my life has slipped.