The second period bell rings,
i put my ipod
on play,
and i start to listen.

The words
float around in my head.
Inspiration
in the weirdest
places.
I look around at these kids
that i see everyday.

You got your
***,
you got your
nerds,
you got your
stoners,
and then you got me.

I sit here staring around,
wondering why im different,
why my mind works so weird.
And then i know,
that its so i can write.
So i do,

i pull out a peice of paper,
and a pencil.
I put these words
to that paper,
and there you go,
you get my story.

My story may seem weird,
my story may seem ***,
but when it comes down to it,
Im the one who's living it,
Im the one who knows what its like.

It's my story,
and
Im here
to write it down,
for your entertainment.