The Untitled Story

by SilentTurtle

I've been a nuisance to everybody. I have no price to my name. I can't stand not being able to do anything for everybody. From this moment on, my life will change. Better or for worse.

The Untitled Story

Chapter One – Poem

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I am the writer who only writes when he's home alone.

I am the writer who types in the corner at starbucks.

I am the writer nobody knows about.

I am the child that everyone is worried about.

I am the human who is tired of people's concerns.

I am the living thing that only to adapt.

I am the person who wrote this.

I am a person.

I am exiled.

I am the person who is that he is not popular.

I am the student teachers believe is crazy.

I am not depressed.

I am not a murderous gun-bringing psycho.

I am merely a child.

I am a writer.

I am a philosopher of sorts.

I am not a poet.

I am not disturbed.

I am possibly strange.

I am just like you.

Except, I am not afraid to show myself.

That is how we are different, my reader.

That is how I am not strange, that is how I am not different.

-Alex Greys ( You )

P.S. You are the reader, I am the writer. We are the same, you only need to think to see the similarity.

All I ever I needed was my sister. Nothing more, nothing less. If you ever touch her, I won't hesitate to kill you. Everything all started because of "them."