Every weekend, I sleep late, like every normal teenager. Problem is, my annoying little brother wakes up at like what? 6:30 every morning? Yeah. And he dumps a bucket of water filled with ice in it on my face if I don't wake up at 6:30. What a nuisance. Otherwise, if I go hangout with my friends before he gets up. he says, "Mrs. Mellark! Going out with your boyfriend?" Yeah, I like Peeta, as a matter of fact, if you didn't know before. Personal opinion, you'll live with it. What a strange little kid. No idea where he learned what a boyfriend was, but fine. The major thing that makes me mad is when my parents always make me do math all the time. Like, seriously. I don't like math. I don't want to tell them that though. But I'm pretty sure my dad can see that. He never cares anyway. My dad always wants me to be someone I'm really not. Someone that no one likes. Someone who loves math, loves computer engineering, and hates everything else. That's not me. Seriously. Pretty obvious that I don't like math since I'm not doing freaking algebra or calculus on the math club right now. If there even is one. Instead, I'm spending precious time on the True Writers club because I amor writing. And I want to be a writer. So phooey to you, Dad. You know, life feels strange sometimes. Remember how I said that my dad wanted me to like math, and not writing? Well, I'm not being myself then. That makes it so that I'm lying to myself. Oh yeah, remember all those stories you were told when you were little? You know, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and blah? Well, then my dad is ignoring those stories he told when he wants me to like math. Okey-doke. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dang it, gosh, that was my annoying little brother who dumped a bucket of ice water on my head when I was typing this. So, I guess, ciao for now!
Power
You are possessed
por this world
This so called better future
Is destroying you
At what cost
The fame or the fortune
It isn't worth it
Haven't you seen
The corruption
Power brings
Too much of a good thing
Becomes worthless in the end
Don't be like that
Help yourself
Save yourself from this
This unplanned future
Power brings one thing
Death
There is no way around it
It will soon take over
It will become your life
This power that you long for
Shall be a death sentence for you
I wish you luck
I hope you see the way
The way I speak of
How power isn't healthy
And not apart of your diet
Turn away
From the temptation
That power can bring
Forget it
Forget everything
The money
The fame
The power
Don't look back
Behind you is the head
The head of evil
The head of power
You are possessed
por this world
This so called better future
Is destroying you
At what cost
The fame or the fortune
It isn't worth it
Haven't you seen
The corruption
Power brings
Too much of a good thing
Becomes worthless in the end
Don't be like that
Help yourself
Save yourself from this
This unplanned future
Power brings one thing
Death
There is no way around it
It will soon take over
It will become your life
This power that you long for
Shall be a death sentence for you
I wish you luck
I hope you see the way
The way I speak of
How power isn't healthy
And not apart of your diet
Turn away
From the temptation
That power can bring
Forget it
Forget everything
The money
The fame
The power
Don't look back
Behind you is the head
The head of evil
The head of power