I'm your envious person. I rise to the fire. Burn up the passion, it's my... every desire. Who inquires, I'm like... "Who are the liars?" they cloud everyone's vision like...horrible visors. Like who's implying, I'm like, "who is dying?" they reply with a statement like, "everyone's frying...." I... fly to the power, I promise to... never grow sour. I just... need my moment.... alone with these flowers. I like to write poetry. I been doing it since my teacher encouraged me to do it in the sixth grade.