I decided to change this because I had a feeling it wasn't me.

So is this the part where I stutter something profound so I can convince people I can be prolific when I want to?

I've nothing to prove,

Nothing to say,

Because once again the writer is speechless,

How ironic because I'm always the one to speak up and make a fool out of myself,

Maybe I've changed

Or maybe we all have.

I think there's something wrong with me

Something that makes me silent

I don't want to admit what it is

So I won't.

Sorry for the tragedy folks,

But I felt like being FULL OUT DRAMA today

Throw a hissy fit

Break a few hearts

Shout my hate for some people at the top of my lungs

I wish.

I'll just write a little instead because it calms me

And my English teacher will be pleased,

But will always fix me with a steady look because what I present is always too mean for someone "untroubled"

Like I care, I'm too busy fixing myself

I'd like to say I'm really innocent, and nice and funny

I might be.

But maybe someone got to me already

However...

I'll stay innocent by a bit

And still write my slightly tragic stories

And ace English because I want to prove I'll be something in the world

Oh and by the way,

You'll never get me bitches ;)

Love always,

The Queen of Lunacy