Look at me

What do you see?

Nothing but someone who’s ugly, awful

Inside and outside

When I look at myself I see a broken mirror is all of me

Getting into peer pressure

Trying to be cool

Bags are stained under my eyes

Stomach sores hurt

Redness around my wrists from handcuffs

My old friend and my family don’t trust me.

Covered in bruises from head to toe

Throwing up in my private room, the bathroom

Sneaking out to go to parties

Gulping down bottles of pills to calm my thoughts

Being a hateful person

Nearly killing myself as I drink and drive

Skipping school to fight other gangs

My life is bad

Get some GOOD advice from me

Have a life that’s good

Like how mine use to be.

-CC

” You are proven guilty!” shouted the judge with the curly white wig slamming down his hammer on his GIANT desk.

“What I’m only ten! It was only a nickel! Noooooooooo!” I cried as I was being dragged back by 2 strong guards. maybe I should start from the beginning.

It finally came that day when I decided to clean up my MESS of a room after my mom asked me to clean it up for the past 3 months. Well, I decided to start to organize my closet. Boy, I never knew it was this messy. i thought.

“Here is my purple shirt I was looking for in the third grade.” I said surprised.

Hours later I finished. the I moved on to my floor which made me think all the junk was lava and my bed was the volcano. I mostly found paper work I was suppose to turn in months or even years ago.

At 7:30 I finally finished. I threw away all of the trash. Then, I took a relaxing bubble bath.

“BANG! BANG!”

“Open up this is the police that check peoples trash!” shouted a mean voice.

” Rob you dufus! Go away!” I shouted as I threw my shoe at the door.

“What did you say?! You know we have guns! OPEN UP!” They shouted again.

” Uh, first, in case you haven’t noticed but I’m in the bath tub. And second, why are you even here?”