“Fear” Poem

If fear was a color,
It would be black
As night and cold as a ice cube.
If fear was a taste
It would be just like eating poison .
If fear was a feeling
It would be as bad as a agonizing mental tourture.
If fear was a smell
It would be almost as bad as a dead animal of some sort.
If fear was a sound,
It would be screaming as a if being chased after by a killer.

“I Am” Poem

I Am

I am Tall and strong

I wonder Why i’m here in White Oak

I hear my name everywhere all the time

I see shadows moving in places

I want to be sane

I am the first Bipolar/Schizophrenic child


I pretend i’m sane when i’m really not

I feel sad… and depressed and out of place

I touch the ghosts and in animate objects

I worry that I’m actually insane

I cry when people don’t believe me and I’m being totally honest about it…

I am not so happy anymore..


I understand that things will get better

I say I’m okay and I say I’m happy but i’m not

I dream of being happy and being sane

I try to be happy

I hope i will be happy

I am eventually going to not be sad or depressed.

Resume

Antrozous Bat

 

Cell: 903 465 7686

Address: 706 Drive away lane, WA Dc

Email: [email protected]

Objective: To get a job as a pilot.

Work Experience: Teaching Spanish, Flying,  Professional fishing

Education: Graduated from Harvard University, Learning to be a lawyer.

Height: 26″

Weight: 30 lbs

Age: 3 years

I want to be a pilot because I’ m really good at flying and Ariel stunts

I live in the forest and in some caves

I eat insects , fruit , nectar , pollen , frogs , fish, rodents , other bats , birds , and  blood