a poet/friend of mine named tiffany wrote a poem, and i illustrated it. looked alittle somethin like this... i always feel so alone like i will always be on my own is there no one out there just for me? or is it my mind and heart just dont see what is wrong with wanting to be loved even cherished not to be forgotten and to everyone feel embarrased what? do i have to be toothpicky skinny and six feet tall so when i wear those stillettos i look funny and fall i dont want to have to change for anyone i just want to be seen as me i cant have a fake personality i just want someone to be honest and true and for some reason i thought that was you! i guess i was wrong because all you are is fake that is one major thing i hate all you are is a lying cheepskate you say you miss me, you know it isnt true all you wanted was just another screw once again my heart was played to myself it should have just stayed now i feel even more like a board game up in a closet the one in the very back with all the dust and spiders the game that only comes out when there is nothing else to do. well guess what i cant stand you feel like i am only wanted every once in a while like i am a blank piece of paper left in a forgotten file but now i am going to take it back not to myslef be true now i know i can find someone way better than you