

Four girlsThere are Four girls The one I love The one I hang out with The one I'm going out with The one that loves meFour girls
I want the first to be all of them I want the second to be the first I want the third to be the second I've never met the fourth
Why can't you be all four? We can hang out We can go out We can fall in love
I should care about you Why can't I control my feelings? I should go out with you I should want you to love me
You aren't who I'm looking for You are fun to be around Why can't we be friends? &


My Face is My MaskI walked in through the old, windowed front door and kicked off my dusty shoes with the shoelaces untied. "How was the thing?" My mom asks. "Great", I say, "I got a lot out of it, they were really nice." "That's great," she says. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to school next year." I grin at my mother. She smiles back.My Face is My Mask
Damn it's easy to bullshit her. I know how she wants me to live. How everyone wants expects me to act. Be happy. You're a middle class white boy in an overprivilaged country, your life is the shit. In a good way supposedly. You're going to finish university, get a career, marry a pretty girl, and have a bunch of


Story Part 1"Spartans!"Story Part 1
We all yelled at the top of our lungs to finish off the practice. Thursday night, only one more day to practice before our championship game. As a third year team we had managed to hold onto a perfect season, now all we had to do was beat the last year's champions. It was an exciting time in my life. I played starting varsity as an offensive lineman, I was proud to be a starter, because I knew there were behemoths more than capable of taking my place waiting behind me, and I had earned my spot.
I went back inside the classroom to change, because the school's changeroom was too small for our whole team. R


Do you notice me?Do you notice me? All those times we passed eachother in the hallway Can you see it in my eyes? My heart breaking everytime they find youDo you notice me?
Do you know how I really feel? I say I like you, but it's really more than that Can you figure it out? I don't want to say it, because I know I won't hear it back
It's not your fault, it never has been My feelings aren't under your control I'll give up eventually, I can't tell you when Until then you are my goal
I talk to you, but you don't talk to me Conversations are simple, and connections aren't deep