I am me

But a face that can not be read,

But a heart to which nun can be said

Pain and anguish are ever so

Burning deep my constant foe

I told some dear something deep

But they counter it with something cheap

Not knowing that I speak of my own

Pushed me down so I feel unsafe in my home

My preference is not what they want

So they say things that forever do haunt

So young my life is I can not see

Past the anguish and self loathing that is in me

For my own I crave

Constant to that lust I crave

My family tell me forthright

How those like me take sin to a new height

Without ever knowing they speak to one themselves

As the dock the hurt off the shelves

Pain lashed and taking its turns

So bad I want for approval it so burns

So worthless to them I'll ever be

So I turn to the only release I ca see

Gripping tight on the sharpened hold

To this place I can always unfold

And as burning blood is what I gain

At least I know I'm worth the pain.

Dean Winchester

Dean looked at his English paper. The poem he had written and stashed in his English book… with his essay. Damn. He had handed it in. he had just been writing shit, giving a go at the deep angsty shit that Sammy did so well. Feelings. Ack!

Dean looked at the end of class. His English teacher was advancing on him. she was smiling flirtatiously, and Dean felt his gut clench.

"Dean! I loved the poem by the way. You got the book spot on. And seeing as you started so late I didn't expect you to be this into the story. I loved it! You caught the mood perfectly. That is an A plus, meaning you passed my class. Congrats Winchester." And just like that, she was gone. Smirking slightly, Dean looked over the stupid poem he had quite carelessly written… hmmm, A plus, awesome… wait until dad… Dean stopped his thoughts. He took a lighter from his pocket. He had a few minutes till Sam would be there.

The paper caught alight. Dean watched in fascination, only to drop the page as Sam grabbed his shoulder.

"Dude! What the fuck?" Sam glared at Dean, bending to pick up what was left of the page. "W..Wow! You got an A plus! But why'd you burn it?"

Dean took the chare edged piece of paper. All that remained was a big red A+ and, in his very own messy hand writing, the words;

I am me

Soooo…. Do you like? It was all lost and sad, I guess…. You can hear it too can't you? That desperate voice pleading for you to review.. DO IT! You know you want to! Mwhahahahahah!

Love you guys!

Lisa