I'm not afraid to fall; it means I've climbed up high.

Yes, I know the title is very tempting ^_~ Here's my story. I cut my leg on a table at a greuling track practice and took a shower to wash it out when I got home. I started thinking about school and stuff, and wondering about the poem Mrs. Crispino would make us all write. Right then, I was thinking that I could write one that showed hate, rage, and general AGNST against the school, or at least, the class. Instead I came up with this-"My Name, Dear Sir?"

This can be intreprted in two ways. The first is if we lose ourselves in the crowd, we can not truly live a life. The second is if we don't rise among the crowd, we will never be known. I prefer the first defintion over the second. Fame is a waste.

"My Name, Dear Sir?"

My name, dear sir?
Good gracious, are you sane?
I have no name.
Do not ask again.

My face, dear sir?
Good gracious, are you sane?
I have no name,
Therefore no face.
Do not ask again.

My love, dear sir?
Good gracious, are you sane?
I have no name,
Therefore no face,
Therefore no love.
Do not ask again.

My life, dear sir?
Good gracious, are you sane?
I have no name,
Therefore no face
Therefore no love
Therefore no life
Because I have no name.