The Problem

This deadly silence
posions my mind
i cannot overlook the problem
but put the past behind
The hidden passion
just beneath the surface
threatens to explode
the truth is icy cold
Painfully supressing
these tears about to fall
grief takes over, feeling despair
yet you don't care, ignore it all

Woke up & was bored. So i took a snapshot of my cluttered closet.
Wrote the poem above ^^ I have now started a portfolio of all my poetry & i am currently working on writing a song for my friend who has superior guitar playing skills...not to mention his brother plays the drums quite well =]
This warmer weather is making me extremely anxious for the end of school and start of summer. Soaked up some rays today..but i am still white.