Sometimes, I am the cynic; the shadows pulled off my rose-coloured
glasses and broke them with reality. Now I see with alarming clarity.
Other times, I am the idealist, the dreamer - I use duct tape, and I
see gold again.
That is my poetic side.
What about my other side?
I like ice cream, sleeping, reading, writing poetry, my friends. I
hate middle school, loved all before that. I hate expectations, love
my parakeet Eglantine, miss my late parakeet Bobo, despise my older
brother and spoil my younger sister. I'm in 6th grade, in California,
in the United States of America, in North America, on Earth, in the
universe, and maybe more.
My pen name, since I won't reveal my real one, will be Mo.
I have glasses, am a klutz, and pride myself on my high rating in the
annoying department. I often lose things, such as homework, my
glasses, library books, and my little sister.
I enjoy writing poetry, and have an account on allpoetry.com. Yay. The
name there is Pensitivity.
I seriously doubt that anyone will read this, but what the heck.
I'm half Korean, half Chinese
I only speak English
I think I speak it better than most of my classmates
I love sugar
I love fresh bread
I love sleeping
I hate my brother
I hate waking up
I like rising early
I like green
I can't sing