God, I'm doing nothing at all!
I'm so bored I could puke.
Karee1234 won the contest.
She had a great picture that deserved to win.
I recently went in a walk, that was the only time I saw fresh air. Other than that I'm trapped in this wretched cage otherwise called a "house".
I haven't heard of my avatar maker, but, whatever.
So I decided to make a poem wile I was in this hypnotic state of bordeness.

The Stealing Feeling

When you steal, do you regret? Do you even feel? Feel the pain you've caused on others, the simplicity you've planted on their hearts?
Do you feel what others feel? Their pain and sorrow, regret and misery?
Does the monster of hunger, or the shadow of loss, cover that feeling?
Does it cover you up in the rag of shame?
When there's nothing left to do put to
run away?

When the rag covers you, your blind in every way.
There's no where to go and nowhere to stay.
Can you maybe see
what you have done to me?

But sometimes, you can lift this rag up
because it doesn't need to stay
You can give yourself a new point of view;
You can do the right thing for me
and most importantly,
For you

Comments appriciated.

Kisses!