IsraeltheCalm

with my poems... Like I repeatively say, I wrote them a long time ago. But to the unknowing, they might think I'm a troubled teen, which I'm not anymore. I had not remembered how vague I had been, and when clarifying the most recent posts... I, uh, kinda realized how trouble I was. Which is to say, I might've benefitted from a little psychiatric help. Er... I might take some of them down because I don't think I can keep them up. Sorry if you actually liked the poems with the Puppeteer, but he might have to be put away from public eye...

...why I have written what I have. If you don't know, this is an alt account. I wrote all my poems a long time ago. And posted them back then, when I was down. But to explain them, almost all of them are because of my social life sucked. Every since the sixth grade, I've been bullied. I've been called every name in the book, especially a faggot. Which is retarded, but still. I've even been told to kill myself. And I will admit, I only cried a few times. That's because I'm optimistic. One thing that I've never mentioned in my poems, but in a Text called Facade, is that one of my greatest hopes is to be a dad. I don't remember if I mentioned