This is a collection of poems written by yours truly, and be warned, some are depressing because that was how I felt at the time. And PLEASE don't tell me my poetry is terrible; I don't want my self-esteem to go down even more. And no sympathy. I don't want it. Or your pity. You can keep your sympathy and pity or you can give it to someone else.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

Mr.X is the name, riddles are the game, you better lean to decode so put your brain into action mode, this is my story i will tell it to you, but will you believe me once i am through? -X