(This is a sprout of ameliajane's All The Things I Can See. I tried to make it the opposite. This person is an extrovert)

I don't let them stop and question,


My motive or my direction,


Not because of suspension


Or because of the atteniton.




It's a thrill, a whirl,
I am the sun that they orbit around
I can talk
I know everyone, everywhere
I say "hi" almost anywhere.

Those are the things I love
Giggles turning into cackles 
Because I don't care.
Nothing slows down or goes on a loop.
I don't stick to my own group.
My comfort zone has been left so many times,
Maybe I forgot to lock the door behind me.
I don't care, I run free.

It would be hard to keep to myself.
I would be a puppet
Lying limp.
But I'm not because It's OK
To be me

Just let me be me, 
I’m happy, 

This is the story of my Grange.
If you don’t know what that is, here is a definition:
It’s a fraternal organization in the U.S. that consists of families coming together to promote economic and political well-being of the community and agriculture.
Or more simply:
We do things to help our community.
I have many fond memories of that place.
I met some of my first friends there.
I’ve done so many activities as a kid there.
I was a part of the Junior Grange.
I remember when my Grange still had that.
One of the biggest memories I have is going to Grange camp.
I’m still friends with some of the people I met there.
They were from other towns and other Granges.
Then I turned 14 and was old enough to join my sister and parents in the Subordinate Grange.
Being with the adults somehow made it all more real.
I started noticing just how few members there are.

I hate it when things are wasted.
wasted space,
wasted money,
wasted time,
wasted emotion,
wasted energy.
And yet I wasted all that I had on you. 
 

This is not a love poem,
as much as I want to write one.
I tried my best to make you see
what your smile does to me.
But one last push
and one last tease
have pushed me over the edge.
I am finally over you.
Too many tears shed,
too many secrets well kept.
In the end,
everybody knew except you.
You called me small
and told me I was wrong.
Yet then you saved me a seat
and seemed to actually care.
I can't read the signs
and I doubt you can even see mine.
I'm done waiting around
for something that's never going to happen.
In the spirit of Valentine's Day,
I've decided to write you an unlove poem.

Standing on a stage
surrounded by friends
brought together by a common interest
Music

Breathing as one
beginning our song
voices raised with a common goal
Music

Bending and swaying
somehow connected
hearts linked with a common love
Music

Ending as one
grinning and shining
sharing with all a common necessity
Music 

 
 

Once in the middle of the night there was a person named grady. he was in the woods on a walk. he saw an old log cabin he went to see what is inside. He went in when he walked in, he saw an old teleportel he saw a button on it he pressed it. it made a blue flash he walked into it.when he walked into it got the power of when he laughs fire comes out of his mouth. So he laughed and burnt the old teleportel. 2 years later: he was at a party with his friends. When they were walking out of the party grady’s friends made the dumbest joke that will ever be told and he laughed for some dumb reason and now his frineds name is ash if you you know what hppend to him 2 years ago you will know why his frineds name is ash.Then cops came and he went to jail for 4 years. Year 3,Grady did not want to be in jail anymore so he laughed and burnt the wall down. When he got back to where he lived. he lived in a place called rutland vt. When he went into a store to buy some milk for a target.

Tomorrow, Jannuary twenty fourth, 2020, I wish for a solution to climate change that will save our earth. 
On January twenty second, 2031, I wish for all wars to stop and never start again.
And on January twenty second, 2056, I wish for a cure to every disease.