Your Poem:
I DON’T LIKE WHO I AM. I WISH I WERE MORE LIKE YOU THEN MAYBE... EVERYONE WOULD LOOK UP TO ME AND LOVE ME TOO. I'D LIKE TO BE YOU INSTEAD OF ME, BUT I GUESS THIS IS THE WAY IT HAS TO BE: ME BEING ME AND YOU BEING YOU. I'D LIKE TO FEEL HOW YOU FEEL AND DO WHAT YOU DO. I'D LIKE TO CHANGE PLACES WITH YOU FOR MAYBE A MONTH OR JUST A WEEK... TO LOOK HOW YOU LOOK AND SPEAK HOW YOU SPEAK, THINK HOW YOU THINK, GO WHERE YOU GO, FEEL HOW YOU FEEL AND KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW. IT'S HARD BEING ME AND I WISH I WERE YOU SO I COULD GET THE LOVE THAT YOU GET AND DO ALL YOU DO. THAT'S HOW I WISH IT WOULD BE, ME BEING YOU AND YOU BEING ME. I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE DIFFERENT AND PEOPLE WOULD CARE BUT ALL THEY DID WAS LAUGH AND STARE... THEY LAUGHED AT ME TRYING TO BE YOU. WHEN ALL I HAD TO DO FOR PEOPLE TO LOVE ME, WAS LOVE ME TOO! NOW THINGS ARE DIFFERENT THAN BEFORE- NOW I KNOW PEOPLE WILL LOVE ME... IF I WOULD JUST LOVE MYSELF MORE.

Your Poem:
Everyone I see is smiling Everyone I know is happy The only frown I see is when I look in the mirror Everyone's so full of cheer I wear a smile when out in public I wear a mask to hide myself From their prying eyes They go about their business Not knowing what I have to hide They just seem to ignore All the pain I have inside Only one of them knows my feelings 'You should be an actor,' she said Am I really that good At staying locked inside my head? Some ask me questions 'Are you alright?' 'Sure,' I say Then cry my way through the night I seem to have a few close friends Who care about me more than I do These are the ones that I must keep If I'm to make my way through this life This thing that we call 'life' But why should we bother to live? For all life leads to death, you see Until we've nothing left to give.

Your Poem:
ALL I CAN DO IS LOVE YOU-I CANT FLY YOU TO ITALY TO DINE IN THERE FAMOUS RESTRAUNTSOR SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS FOR YOU TO SEE THE CRYSTAL CLEAR WATERS AND THE SANDY SHORES.ALL I CAN DO IS LOVE YOU I CANT BUILD YOU A MANSION WITH A HUNDRED ROOMS WITH SERVANTS TO JUMP AT EVERY BECKON CALL.ALL I CAN DO IS LOVE YOU.IT WOULD BE TO MUCH FOR ME TO FLY OVER YOUR HOUSE IN A PLANE AND JUST DROP OUT THOUSANDS OF RED ROSES JUST SO THEY CAN SEE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE.ALL I CAN DO IS LOVE YOU.I CANT BUY THE LONGEST MINK IN NEW YORK OR SHOES FROM PARIS AND GOLD RINGS FROM LONDON TO GO ON EVERY FINGER.ALL I CAN DO IS LOVE YOU THE RICHEST MAN THAT EVER LIVED WENT INSANE SO WHAT GOOD IS MONEY WHEN YOU ARE NOT HAPPY?JUST TRY ME AND SEE I'LL BE THERE WHEN YOU NEED THAT SHOULDER TO LEAN ON.BECAUSE ALL I CAN DO IS LOVE YOU

Your Poem:
In Memory. September 11th two thousand and one A summer day had just begun Loved ones had kissed each other goodbye Not knowing that terror would fall from the sky The smiles on the faces of each girl and boy The air filled with laughter their hearts filled with joy Nobody knowing the price they would pay For the freedom they woke with on that day The blue skies turned orange and hate fell around Heroes were risking their lives on the ground Nightmares took over in place of the dreams Laughter and happiness replaced by the screams The blue sky turned dark, and day became night The hopes of so many no longer in sight Hands clasped together the world joined as one So many hearts broken the mourning begun We’ll never forget in years to come September 11th two thousand and one When hate brought us terror out of the sky And those that know love asked the lord why? The many knocked down will soon rise again And people will learn to live with the pain United together we’ll slay the beast Till man in the future, can live in peace. Written by Lorraine Grant 18th September 2001