It's strange how the times that you and I are at our best are only those times that everyone else is mad at you or you're mad at them or whatever the reason, you're not talking ..

"ضاقت بيك تبقى عايزني اكون حواليك .. ضحكت ليك إخلاصي يكون حمل عليك"

and it's sad that you don't notice that I'm there for you when no one else is .. I don't want any drama .. I can tell that this year is going to be drama filled in and of its own .. I don't want to add to the drama so I'm just going to shut up and not talk about it like I always do .. it's not like you're going to ask what's wrong :) I've been upset for about 2 weeks now and you haven't thought to ask me what's wrong !

But overall, I kind of like how things are going between us so far this year .. no drama .. friend-LIKE .. (by your own description, "Friends but not that close") .. but its okay .. I can live with that .. I can put my feelings aside and just deal with you .. my only request is that you stop asking who my "new crush" is .. cuz there is no "new" crush .. there's just an old crush that wont go away !! :(

I don't wanna fall to pieces I just wanna sit and stare at you .. I don't wanna talk about it .. I don't wanna conversation I just wanna cry in front of you .. Cuz I'm in love with you .. <\3

The following is a poem I submitted to the XLife Games "Who Am I?" Poetry contest. If you like it, please vote for me here !! (But this version of the poem is a bit different than the one in the contest due to the character limitation for the competition !)

You can vote once / day, so please please please vote everyday !!

They as each day, who is she?
That girl whose hair they cannot see.
No matter how hot it is outside
She covers her body up with pride
Short and tank-tops she wont wear
And veiled, as always, is her hair
She came new to their school this year
Their ignorance, it feeds their fear
At lunch, they leave her all alone
When she says "hi" they all just groan.
Terrorist is all they see
But Pacifist is what is real.
She cannot even hurt a fly
The truth, she's taught not to deny.
Five times a day she speaks to God
Praying to not be seen as odd.
She wishes they would take the chance
And just give her a second glance
In this glance, they'll finally see
She's as human as can be !
She laughs, she cries,
She hopes, she tries,
She sees, she feels,
She eats three meals.
But most of all, she needs a friend
Who will, her lunchtime, with her spend.
But all she does is patiently wait
And with her love deflect their hate.