Who is to blame for the nature that is inside of me? please dear god peal off all my skin from my bones, open every inch of my body up, and explain to me what is wrong. what is causing my whole body to ache with pain and sorrow? why do the demons that whisper in my ear so desperately crave such an ugly soul out of this disgusting rotting body? why must you persist in letting me be flawed when I am destruction waiting to spark? -Little Miss No One

Read this adapted excerpt from a famous poem by john keats. this poem is about a beautiful vase with intricate shapes and patterns. you, silent form, do tease us out of thought as does etemity: cold pastorall when old age shall this generation waste, you shall remain in the middle of other woe than ours, a friend to man, to whom you say "beauty is truth, truth beauty that is all you know on earth, and all you need to know what is the poet saying when he writes that "old age shall this generation waste"? the poet is expressing his dread of growing older the poet is mourning the changes he sees in his "generation." the poet is saying that beauty is illusionary and short-lived. the poet is saying that people don't live long; life is brief