Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

If you're angry, you don't have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry poem. So go ahead... write one. I know you're at least a little bit angry with me. And when you're done with your poem, decipher it as if you'd just found it printed in a textbook and know absolutely nothing about its author. The results can be amazing...and scary. But it's always cheaper than a therapist.