Sadness (Billie's 25th poem)Whenever my friends are blue I'm never quite sure what to do Should I tell a joke so they crack a smile Or just let them rest awhile...
Billie's 24th poemthe green monser creeps through the deep atacking me through others and others through me I can't see it and I can't flee I try to hide...
maybe it's just me (Billie's 23rd poem)Maybe it's just me But when your with them I fade into the background Maybe it's just me but you you say you hung out with them every day...