To anyone who questions my kindness

I have many friends, loving parents, and a great life. I do not bully others. I am a person who never intentionally hurts others, lies to others, deceives others, manipulates others, or abuses others. I take great care to be kind to most, always honest with others about feelings or thoughts, dependable and loyal. I am someone who you can trust without question because you have never given me any reason not to trust you. I am someone who others enjoy being around and look forward to seeing. I am someone who would sacrifice myself for you. Please let that answer any questions you have about me.

A poem

I wrote this poem when I was writing to HermiaandHero in a maramail.


I am unique.
I'm different than everyone else.
Is that such a crime?
That I want to be unordinary.
Am I just a waste of time?
Do I need to be extrordinary?
I just want to be me
Not anybody else.
That's something nobody will see.
I feel that I am a flower that is late to bloom. Trapped in my petals like a flowery cocoon. But soon I will emerge and face the morning sun.
I'm me, the one and only,
not the only one.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.