Daily Archives: May 3, 2012

Miss Popularity

I have never been miss congeiniality, miss popularity, not even prom queen.

I have been in pagent’s, plays,battle of the bands and commuinty theaters, but never popular in any means.

Miss popularity, the singer, and miss USA have always been just that…dreams

You may look at my friends list and say “WOW, LOOK AT HER” She’s gotta be miss popular

but amazingly I never have been

I do habe many friends, but that is just my meory of who and what good people who have toucjed my life in one way or another imprinting their trust, love, hope and pure generosity just for me to be able to reach out and touch me and my heart.

Miss popularity is okay but I have become happy today with just being me and finding my way in the truth that I made me this way. I became who I wanted to be that was suit just for me.

I created my inner piece of mind

I couldn’t do it without those people in my life who I entrust and can proudly call my friends to be able to send out those proper friend requests

So I dedicate this writing to all those people i call my friends list

I would rather have you as my friends rahter than to be miss popularity

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Posted by on May 3, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized


You Don’t Know A thing About me

You don’t know who I am inside
You don’t know a thing about me
You try to run me and rule me, but you don’t know a thing about me
You think you know it all
but in life you don’t know a thing that comes and goes until you’ve passed it thru
When you think that you’ve got it all matched up in the palm of your hand and that you can run the show
That is when I have to say again once more you don’t know a thing
You don’t know a thing about me
You can try to change and put void in my life, but you can’t because you don’t know what I like or hate
You don’t know me,my life or even who I am
You just don’t know who I really am
You don’t know a thing inside of the small things that I hide.
You just don’t know me like you say or think that you do. You don’t know a thing about me. Who I am, or my life.You don’t know me as I know myself. You don’t know who I am inside. You pretend as if you know it all. You don’t cry or get upset. You just come in like you are mr high king that you think you can pull me in school.

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