Empathy

*grins* I was forced to read a poem that I wrote in front of my English class, and then I had to do the same one in my drama class. Needless to say people treated me like a demon for the next few days...come to thik of it...they STILL treat me like a demon...^_^;;

thanks*rolls eyes than grins* I'm can't write anything but crap so what's it matter

Jessi:...don't we all...that's all we're really here for now. To get Ken's sister and and our vengeance...however....we DON'T need the help of some metal destructor...I trust him no more than those demons! *looks sourly at Blight* ooc: #%#%& the belll just rang....I guess I'll just finish whatever later...see you guys...^^

me and my mom are ok...but yeah...my stuff is sorta dark and demnted...glad you like it though...sometimes I do feel this depressed...sometimes I don't...but yeah...my mom's ok...

Jessi:*grins with a wayward smile* unsettling or not...you're not the only one who's lived in the mountains...I can do a cougar's snarl...but not a wolf's howl...could you show me how to do it properly? Aster:*returns her grin* Only if you show me that cougar growl...those are tricky... Ken looked at the uneasy faces around him...it was apparent that the others were nervous at the wild, lonely sounds coming from the two girls. Ken:maybe some other time you guys? *Jessi and Aster snap back into reality...and the reality of their present situation*

this I like...you're a great writer...I like this poem a lot^^

Nah...I'm pretty well cared for...and I sat down and talked to mom about it...I even offered to stop writing altogether...no poems...no stories...no fan fics....but my mom's pretty cool, and she said that its ok for me to write...even if it is a little on the depressed and demented side...my mom's pretty cool...so's my dad...its the REST of the familly I got to worrry about ^^

no problem...no offense taken...I already know its a crappy poem...I should have been paying attention in french class...^_^;;;

You may think its good...but my mom's taking it personally...-_-;;I keep telling her that its through the eyes of another...and some of it is...but she doesnt seem to believe me...the only part of me that feels like this is the me from school...at home I'm at least cared about...maybe even more than my brothers...

Nice to meet you and join the club...^^but I guess I got it better than most...what's so bad about your life anyway? Just Curious

Here's another "straight forward" poem...this one's from my math class...^^ Aren't I Good Enough? I hate myself, I'm never good enough for you. I've tried so hard to be someone worthwhile. You got your problems, I'll listen, that's fine, But for you, listening to me's just not your style. I've given up trying, if you don't mind, Not that I care because neither do you. I'm sick of trying to be something I'm not. I.m just not perfect, that's not what I do. You've never seen the real me, not that you want to. You try to perfect me, assimilate, or just ignore me. I've tried being what you want, but its not enough for you. I hate this "perfection", just let me be. Why can't anyone accept me for who I am? Just a question, please answer, that's all I really ask. I just want to be me...just me... I want out of my mask. Someone please answer...please understand. Does anyone care? Dumb question I guess. I know the answer's no...but what if I'm wrong? What if someone listen's? What if the answer's yes?

thanks...I'm glad you feel that way...I just hope everyone's life isn't as pathetic...or as sorrowful as this...

what do you mean its different from anything you've ever read? *is curious*

name:Jessi Hikatsu age:15 height:6'3'' gender:female soul:not yet known skill:martial arts/street fighter weapons:6"switch blade/small dagger Bio:unknown Personality/Appearance:Jessi has shoulder length brown hair and eyes that resemble chips of ice. Her past remains unknown to all except herself as she has no one to relate to or depend on... never the less she feels she has a lot to prove and decides that even if it goes against her morals...she'll help human kind to become stable once again.

Jessi:What about me? I'm not about to sit and watch as some evil rejects from god knows where annhialate the rest of the towns and villages...if there are any left that is. After what they did to my familly...they're gonna pay. *Ken and Destyr look at her with a sideways glance* Ken: I guess we could use your help....so long as you don't get in the way...what can you do that could help us anyway? Destyr:Nothing...she's useless... Ken:*looks at Jessi's cold hard eyes then decides he can use all the help he can get*Give her a chance to prove herself...she may yet prove to be valuable... Destyr:*mutters* "may" OOC:I'm gonna make you pay for making me apologise...I meant every word I said>.

Thanks Bry...^^I really got to start paying attention in french though...exams are coming up...SOMEBODY pity me...PLEASE....life's not fair... *grins* ok..I'm exagerating..I got it pretty good...but that don't mean I'm looking forward to exams...

A thin girl steps forward from the shadows, her brown hair stained red from a cut on her forehead and a deep scar on her cheek. Her eyes are like that of an icy substance, cold and hard from the hurt her town and fammily has suffered. girl:If you thought they were going to attack the village, why are you hiding in "your" mines? *stands beside Ken, her face one of hurt and anguish* Destyr:*says nothing to answer the girl but uncomfortable silence* Ken:Err...uh...who the hell are you? girl:*looks at him with a sideways glance* err...my name is Jessi...and if no one else will help you fight these freaks that plague us...then I will OOC:sorry guys...I'm not so good at this yet...but hopefully I'll get better..^^;;;

yeah...the rhyming sucks...but I'm not so good at poetry yet...I'll add more...I never seem to pay attention in French class...

wow...I really like that...is that true or not? I'm really curious...either way...it mad me think about my own brothers...all five of them...

I wrote this during french class and I'm on my lunch now...so I don't have time to make an attachment...hope that's ok... Once Again Once again,I feel like I'm struck across the face, Its times like these I most hate the human race. I always feel like I'm not good for anyone. I'm forever looking at the moon,but never at the sun. Once again, I fall down really hard, Disapointment is life's only card. What can I do? Who am I and where? I'm lost and broken, but no one really cares. Once again, I think I'm lost for good. I try to untangle myself, I did the best I could. I've trie, I keep trying, but for how long? I stay there and wait, while trying to stand strong. Once again, people see only a mask, The cold hard me, my shell, my cask. No one understands that I'm different at the core, Lying there in pait I wait...still and sore...