Hey. I aced my history test. Blah blah blah... also I went back to how I used to be for awhile. Yeah then I remember why I changed. I was always letting people pushing my around. It was like I didn't even have a say in what I did. Even if my other way of life is depressing, it's better than being pushed around and acting like a puppet. I even had the stupid fake smile. I become everything I hated. But know I'm back to how I was...or am now. Whatever. And no this won't be all poems cause I can't think of anymore, well it takes awhile. So on with the story...

(Kitty- light blonde wavy hair, light pink streaks, pink sweat pants, pink fleece jacket, pink entnees shoes)

Hiei POV-

Kitty and me where walking around the temple grounds where we where met by Quizzical. "About time you came," he said.

"Shut the hell up," Kitty said wit hanger growing in her eyes, "We didn't come here to see you, you faggot!"

"DO you even know what faggot means?" he asked.

"No shit Sherlock I use words that I don't know the meaning of," she said rolling her eyes. My eyes flickered back and forth between them as they spoke.

"Bastard," he said under his breath.

"Actually my parents were married when I was born," she said. "Why don't you go away and find some pigeon to stalk."

"Shut the hell up bitch," he said.

"Yeah I know I'm a bitch and I'm damn pound of it too. So go find someone else to stalk," she said.

"I don't take orders from anyone," he said folding his arms.

"Well you do now," she said. She turned to me, "Come n Hiei let's go." She turned and walked away. I stood there for a while, and he stared at me. There was something odd about his eyes. Then I went to catch up with Kitty.

"God he better not come near here again or I swear I'll gouge his beat little eyes out!" She said through clenched teeth.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked her.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said calmly, "I just hate him with a passion." Then she smirked.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her. She had a murderous glint in her eyes.

"Noting of importance," she said. "Just different ways to murder that figment bastard." I smirked and fallowed her.

Five Hours later

Hiei POV-

I got bored and started writing.

I try to talk to you

But you don't listen

We stand side by side,

You push me

I try to stop falling

But I cant

I fall farther

When I think I reached the bottom

You push me down farther

Now its dark

And I can't see

I put my hand

And try to find you

But you left

Now I stay here alone

I give up

I give up on trying

Then I heard something. A bush started to move. I kept my eyes on the paper. Watching everything out of the corner of my eye. Preparing myself for anything that might come out....

Well it passed my bedtime so good night. That poem was called try.And if any of you other people have any other poems, so I don't have to kept writing cause its worrying my family (Especially my Suicide) email them to me. don't write under score. K? Bye.