Isolated

Carolyn Martinez
Period 6
2/2/09
Isolation seems to be the law of the way the world works, because she was never really anything but herself, and in her own. It was a casual, to be sorrounded frequently by only acquaintances, but nothing ever really existed. She was a world within herself, such potential hidden by a social status that would never allow more options to the carbon copied world.In this enviorment, youd never know talent, even if it were to cross your path on a daily basis, because it was easier to be compatible, than to be different. Tolerence had been turned into casual malcontence, and ran along the sides of anxiety, and though she smiled , and carried her head up high, somewhat arrogant, filled with the daily charasteristics of what you wish you once were. The smile though, falters for a moment, and loses its composure. What are you left with then? A broken heart, the lies you’ve lived, and the slurred memory. This is all life is to her, and all life means to me, just a moment, a breath, and what will soon become something forgotten. This lie isnt so prefectly lived as you may have come to conceive, don’t be surprised if you can hear the shatters of glass, and hearts.



sometimes my homework is actual inspiration, sometimes words just seem to race past my thoughts, and there comes a moment when both my fingertips, and lips can keep up with my thoughts, that perfect moment creates this, pure inspiration.