Okay, this is the second copy of the poem that I also wrote in Math class. We were doing algebra, which I really hate, so, that's most likely why I wrote it… ummm…Am I in some kind of trouble? Oh well….

~Nacasara

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Walking down a street,

That I swear I've seen before,

A path paved with happiness,

Littered with sorrow and pain.

I laugh and grin when your face appears to me,

After all, you were once,

My best friend,

But now,

All you are is a shadow, stalking me,

An enemy, which I never even dreamed of

You cheated us for so long,

And now we all go our own ways.

Who is really to blame for betrayal?

I'll never know.

Spent years, wasting away, pondering it.

But now, never again will I leave my self-free and unguarded,

To be murdered by some one who was my friend.

And your face, once real and as clear as crystal, is nothing to me now, except my guilty consiounce, reminding me.

Cringing against the freezing rain, trying to warm my soul. Swallowing my broken heart with disgusting ease,

Leaving me in tears, and upon my knees.

I yell out, but no one can hear me.

I scream, and yet I am left alone.

Alone with it.

The emptiness.

The pity which creeps upon me with every swollen breath I take.

Shadows seem so long and dreary in my blind eyes,

Closing the door to my soul.

But I do not care.

I scream no more.

Let the trees fall upon my broken back, and let my pain be known.

Because today,

You're going down.