[The Orchard]

There is a boundary line between trees;
It splits the apples and the cherries.
The emerald fruits just sneer and snide
At rose-red cherries in emerald pride.
But there did live an apple who knew it was wrong;
He knew the cherries were just as strong
As any apple could ever be,
But he was shunned for his sympathy
To the cherries who lived in absolute fear
Of the apples' hate that attacked like a shear.

[Beast]

There is a beast within me
It itches to escape
I keep restraints as best I can
My lips covered with tape
But if I make just one mistake
If just one wrong chip falls
I'm doomed to learn my inner beast
Has power over my all
It waits so very patiently
Until I finally crack
And when I do, it makes a move
It charges to attack
So suddenly, I'm this monstrous thing
Without feelings or a heart
I patrol the streets as if I'm God
And tear everything apart

[Late]

If anyone cared to notice, I didn't post last week. Sorry about that; busy things were a-bump around the house and I got side-tracked.

It's hard to believe that I'm thirteen years young as of today. It's strange, because I don't find myself to be very alike most other teens: facing the same problem of how to rebel and conform at the same time by defying their parents and copying one another. Instead, I see myself rebelling only from becoming a cookie-cutter teen and individualizing myself from the supposed norm.

My older friends, teachers, and elder family members often mistake me for someone much older than I am, and I too question whether my personality matches my chronological age. I tend to feel more mature than most my age, years ahead of myself. Most of the people I meet online across YouTube or here on my blog are surprised to learn that I am but thirteen years of age.

I suppose that I am a bit more well read in terms of properly using the English language as it was meant to be ( please refer yourself here ) and that my face is shaped in such a way, I could be mistaken for a 15-16-year-old with a little baby-fat left on her face. However, it always puzzles me that other teens aren't like me. It's sort of a silly thing to assume, seeing that there are probably several others in my situation, but I don't know why others are so left behind.

As an end result of my apparent advance in maturity levels over the general populace of middle schools, I am frequently alone, or with a very small circle of friends with whom I share an intellectual sync. Even within the friends, though, there is an obvious distinction between how aged we are mentally and emotionally. There are very few people that I can talk to freely about life and society, because quite simply, anyone else would get bored or confused, and dismiss the topic. I find that this tends to result in crazed, ranting blog posts, rash poems, and estranged short stories.

Granted, however, my biological age does make an appearance in my maturity from time to time. This is what causes my outbursts of energy post-consumption of sugary foods and obsession with stuffed animals, all things cute, and cows.

I guess I'm quite the character, what with my darker, more mature side, and random, crazed kid side. But hey, I'm a very likable person--or so I've been told.

[Stereotypical Teenage Girls]

There's something I don't quite understand:  Stereotypical Teenage Girls.

This is going to be a bit of babbling rant of raw thoughts from the top of my head, so bear with me, or just stop reading here.

As a teenage girl myself, there are a few things about teenage girls that honestly just baffle me.

One, is how they constantly look down upon themselves, only to get sympathy from their peers. This is usually how it plays out:

"Ugh, I'm so fat!"

"No, you're not! You're amazingly skinny and beautiful!"

"Yeah, you're absolutely gorgeous!"

I find that infinitely ridiculous. And in all reality, the girl is neither stunning, nor ugly. Is this some strategic mind game for girls to attract attention to themselves ( Are teenage girls capable of making elaborate plans as such? )? Or are the majority of us now being raised as people-pleasers?

Another thing is how some girls tend to write in such a language that doesn't quite qualify as English, nor can it can be considered text-talk, 'cause it honestly takes so many more characters and so much more time to type in this crude language of exaggerated written-as-heard than in the normal English language.

I`mma Reeeeeal Chiiick Sooo Thaattt Meeeans I`m Drammma Freeeeee .!
I Loooove 2 Haave Fun , Haang Ouut Wiiith Friiiendssss.
Beeeen Thruuuu Soome Shit , Sooo If Your'e Fake , Pleeeeeeease Stay The HELL Awaayyyy From Meeee :D

<doubletake>

I'm sure that any sane literate ( as well as spell-check ) looked at that can instantly cringed.

So, this poses a a few questions from me:

• Why did you capitalize every word?
• Did you get honey stuck under your keyboard?
• Who taught you to put spaces BEFORE the punctuation marks as well as after?
• Since when did sentences become so important, they need TWO ending punctuation marks?
• Do you actually talk like that ( if you did, you need to be removed from the gene pool )?
• Where the hell did you find the time to type like that, what with the extra letters, extreme capitalization, and unnecessary spacing?

A third thing that confuses me is how some girls ( this is directed mainly at under-age teens ) find it logical to wear thongs to avoid panty-lines.

Oh, but no, it gets worse. In a locker-room, I once heard a girl say to a group of her friends, "Don't look at me! I wore a thong so that I wouldn't have a panty-line, and I don't want you guys to see me in a thong!" Would it have been easier just to have the frickin' panty-line? Is it THAT embarrassing? Panty-line = Hi, I'm wearing undies that cover my ass. Or is that suddenly a bad thing?

This is all I can think of off the top of my head for now, but nonetheless, I'm very much proud to be an individual, and not a cookie-cutter replica of these-facepalm-worthy girls. Or maybe, I'm the odd one out, and doing all these things are logical and accepted in society. What do you think?