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welcome to this universe where we express ourselves on the internet, cause we’re too scared to express them in real life. I’m meow and this is my online rant diary.

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Who am I?

uhh.. ok, I’m meow, a 13yr old kid. I have opinions but I don’t express them to actual people, for I’m scared to be judged. I’m average at studies and terrible at sports, so basically I fit in no where. So I created my own universe, which will some day hopefully be filled like people like me who are afraid to take of their masks and show themselves to society, but want let out their inner selves (under a anonymous name that is). Yes this is poetry blog, but the thing is I’m not the most talented in poetry, so mostly I’m gonna rant.

Mail me your stories, I’d love to read your tales

my email is meowuniverseblah@gmail.com

hello everybody, I’m new to this and no-one probably reads this, so I choose to use this as my own online diary, if there is someone reading this please feel free to mail me your sad/happy/sappy story at meowuniverseblah@gmail.com.

THE END
Twas a dark and gloomy morning 
Not a ray of hope to be seen 
The dark thunderclouds rumbled as a warning 
To all of the human race 
As now we shall face 
The consequences of our actions 
The years we spent developing 
We actually spent destroying 
Most of ours lives we spent toying
With the boundaries of mother nature 
Now that we look at our creature
We see A machine made of everything destructive
One that resulted in all things non-productive
We realise with deep regret 
Our actions have resulted in
Our own ruin, but now our time has come
Just as the races that came before
Not matter how much we try to succumb 
The Human race took up these routes
Perhaps we could have thought twice 
Before acting like brutes
Its too late now
But we can still try 
As mother nature forgives 
Just as she gives 
We must realise what we have done
And not everything is play and fun.

REFLECTIONS

I sit in front of a mirror
And in my reflection I see
An imperfect me.

I see the flaws 
The mirror is cracked
My reflection is no longer intact

My image of reality is frayed
My true self I always evade
I always trail behind
To my own beauty I am blind

I am worth so much more
But I do not see that
For it is myself, I abhor 
Blinded by the standards 
Society made
We live within this masquerade.

We are all so beautiful,
You and I,
We mustn’t let them clip our wings,
We must fly high.

I sit in front of a mirror
And in my reflection I see
An imperfect me
But that is who I am
Finally, I am free.

FRIENDS

To my face they always smile

But behind my back they consider me an imbecile

Those, who I call a friend

Are never there for me in the end

They laugh with me

Eat with me, play with me

But never do I see

See them, cry and confide in me

They ask about who I met

or how I did in an exam,

But never do they ask

How I really am

They lie to me with smiles

Dawned upon their faces

But of the truth

I have never seen traces

They who call me their friend

But When I am in need

they never, have a hand to lend

Surrounded by them

Yet I feel so alone

These so called “friends”

I can never call my own