I am writing this chapter, with a blank mind.

The ceiling fan, are they moving forward or rewind?

The noises that the children make, are they sounds of joy or despair?

The people that I hate, I'm starting to not even care.

The sadness inside me, I seal it with a smile.

A smile that I show to everybody, that lasts for a while.

My grades, they are on the verge of breaking down.

Ms. Philippines 2015, she sure does deserve the crown.

This pasta that I cooked and is eating, it sure is tasty.

And my brother who is very... feisty.

I just realized that Chuckie my chocolatey buddy is a cow.

What's next? I'll see a white crow?

I'm very sure that you find this poem weird.

Don't worry, I also find you weird.