Our "leader" smells to high heaven, and hopefully, he steps down!

Sometimes I have clouded days, who doesn’t?

This is a short poem about improving one’s life, by focusing sight on the needs of others.

Do you ever stop to wonder about things so normal…

A free verse poem.

I was going to originally give this poem yet another blank title, until I ran across some very amusing theories from a friend… She said "A poem is like a child, one that has no name has no place, nor a creator. Give EVERY one of your poems a name, because you are their creator". To explain the content of the poem, I will start out by saying I am a very lost, weak, and confused 16 year-old high school student. My words are expressed through many of my poems. Most will understand my struggles, some will not.

Freestyling on a tuesday night what came out was pure whatever.

I wonder?

Thinking of past love.

Finding yourself.