i think an object that represents me is a pencil. What comes to your head when you think of a pencil? well, it undergoes painful sharpening, it makes mistake, you create knowledge and it breaks easily and i think it relates to me because i tend to hide all my feeling inside.i come as thin and colourful which represents every mood of mines. people will use me when they need me. when am upset i stand up like a blunt pencil that needs sharpening. (cheering) am not always broken because am mostly looked aftered by people. Am mostly used in art and maths which are my favourite subjects. Am like a shy pencil in a pencil case. some pencils have rubber on them to erase stuff like me i forgive and forget.
Today i am a broken pencil. "My people don't see the story of my sides and the person i hate will twist my words and they believe her but no consequences for her. Am sick of this game and i need some pause button. "my people" trapped in some next dimension not understanding todays problems. i have an opinion i am me why don't they hear me out before they label me the bad one? They don't try to understand my story so who do i go to? Do i really have anyone in this world to trust. My heart hasn't been ripped once but billion of times why don't they see that? Life has a lot of ups and downs but mines, Pufft! i know i had more downs and i hate life and i hate me. Am sick and tired of life. My mind is exploding with thoughts i never thought i'd imagaine. Am wishing this game would end soon but a whole new level it's just getting harder. In my life there's just tears not one day i had a big laugh or smile. i Have no life, i am - a broken Pencil.
