People say,
we don\'t \"fit\&quot...

-this is my Holocaust unit poem-
Shivering, cold, tired...

The moon gave a glow
that created a twinkle in your eyes. and the stars...

Anger boiling up inside,
i needed to get away...

The thunder crashes outside my window,
bolts of lighting ever so close...

I never wanna forget
those perfect nights...

Can you see threw my hidden eyes?
can you see past my tears and shattered cries...

A mirror crashes,
a girl standing by...

She sits alone in a corner,
fire burning by her side...

Inside of me,
There is an inner child...

-the illness sweeps across like a fly, spreading...

The whistle of a soft breeze feels so nice,
When a blazing summer day approaches...