Paranoyied Talent

Alright, so I'm hoping people on this site aren't afraid of expressing themselves, Cuz this is the Paranoyied Talent section. put anything you think is artistic, funny, poetic, dramatic, or anything else you found entertaing here. this is mostly for work that our members have created themselves, but if you find something that you really wanna show everyone, just make sure to site where you got it, k?
hf, and as a sign of good faith, i'll start.

three times i have been asked to summarize my life, in a box. grab five things they told me, that summerize you.
five, tangable objects, that can be held, taken, and most importantly, broken.
put them in a box, and show everyone, using five things who, you, are.
five?

the first time, i was seven. too young to fully understand the task with which i had been given.
the only thing on my mind, was which rescue hero would be "left behind"
and that alone is rather ironic, considering that the rescue heroes were, quite symbolic
so i grabbed my five toys, threw them in a box and went on my way following in step with the public school ploy.

the second time, my eyes started to open. i began to see the facade that, had been woven
i asked why can all that i am be put in a cube of cardboard? what if i was good at something, but had no physical award?
but still, i showed up, but in my box was not who i was, but who i wanted to be. a fake story made out of glass, representing a time in my life that
hasn't come to pass. a wheel, to a hobby i found dangerous. a prize to pretend i was ambitious, a stolen watch, to make them think i was adventurous
a story, i hadn't written to make them see me as a genious. and last, my favorite rescue hero. the sole testiment to a me that existed long ago.

the thrid, and final time i had to crush my soul into a cardboard holder, I went up to my teacher, and i told her,
thats it five? I am a human, made up of emotion, struggle, triumph, defeat.
a past riddled with love and deceit. a soul filled with rain and sleet.
loss, fear, courage retreat. . an opinion, louder than any devise could repeat, a family, greater than any story is "neat"
friends more supportive than any walls you could lease. victories greater than any game you could beat. flesh, bone, skin, and feet
two feet, to be exact. two feet that let me stand up, and say, no worldly possesion can summerize a fifth of this life,
no trinket can tell you about my strife, and the prices i've had to pay.
so no ma'am, i will not squeeze into one of your cardboard cellblocks,
i will not, i repeat, put my life in a box

made by yours truly, Talos.

That is deep stuff there .

It's nothing true about me, its just something I thought of while at a friends party after I saw my best friend continuously getting hugged by my other best friend who's her boyfriend.

^^" i would show my stuff, but for me its music and well, i donno how to get anything i play on this^^