This sian-sian feeling, to go out and have fun, but to stay home and think.

Another poem, like another day.
So lets all sit down, and begin to pray.
That the weather tomorrow ain't so grey.
Because we need the sun to shine our way.

If the way gets blocked, you'll start to growl.
You'll begin to stone, and face get dull.
But it's good to emo once a while,
Clear the sorrows and straighten the brow.

Though it is bad if this goes on,
from dawn to dusk and back to dawn.
It has to stop after a yawn,
Up in bed with the curtains drawn.

When you think how bad it is,
Forget things that makes you piss
'Stead, think of people you'ld miss
Friends, cliques, and even your sis.

Expectations are crap,
They sing it like a rap.
Shout "STOP!", and go for nap.
Wake up, give it a wrap.

Just cease all the rant.
You aren't who you can't.
So go for a hunt,
For the things you want.

Believe in you,
For we do too.
Good luck to you
I bid adieu. :)