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In lit class we're reading Beowolf, and in the opening it's describing this horrible monster. My awesome teacher asked us if we felt sympathetic, then played "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who to give us another perspective.
When listening to that, I guess it sorta made me feel like how I feel with my family. Like, it's almost exactly what it's like when I'm with them.
No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes



No one knows what it's like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies



But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be



I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free



No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you



No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woe

Can show through



But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be



I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free



When my fist clenches, crack it open

Before I use it and lose my cool

When I smile, tell me some bad news

Before I laugh and act like a fool



If I swallow anything evil

Put your finger down my throat

If I shiver, please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat



No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

I gtg to work, I'll let you chew on that for a while. Btw, some shit beez going down, and I wish I could talk to people about but I can't because I promised this person I wouldn't. It's not even about me, and I feel so guilty about thinking about myself when this happens. It's also making me rethink things though. If I can't even comfort this person when something like this happens, I don't know what will happen if I can't comfort them when something worse happens.
In other news, I'm sick.

Daaaaaaaaaaaamn

I really ought to be writing more shouldn't I? Well, once I get my netbook back, then I'll have more access to the comp, so I will actually write more. So yeah.
Last week in ChemCom I was super bored, and since I sit in the front row I couldn't read under my desk, so instead I got this flash of inspiration, and decided to write this piece of poetry. In advance, no, I was not high when I wrote this.
Tick tock
The mouse ran up the clock
The cuckoo sang
The blue bird rang
Laughing under the bright blue moon
Dancing round the fiddling child
Bright jewled beetles
Shimmered in the starlight
They were plucked from leaves
And under logs
To adorn hair and cloths and shoes
The madly jigging elves
Giggled as the frenzy grew
Deep drum beats echoed
Calling those who heard
They came from far and near
All a manner of fur and feathers and scales
Writhing in glorious agony
As the pulsing drums grew louder
Forming a circle around the child
They shrieked and wailed
Whirling around and around
The beating grew louder
Claws and paws and hooves beating the ground
The bright blue moon began to turn red
As one by one they all dropped dead
While the child stood calmly and played.
Whacha think? I do believe that I'll make a poll about it. Yes, yes I will!
Btw, my hair is staying natural for a while. Thank you for your reasponses, but Idk when I'll be going to the hair salon anytime soon.
That's all for now folks. Ttyl.