My passed week

Hello! today I'm going to be a little of task;
My mom is doing great, fortunately there aren't bad news to write about so It took a little while for me to decide what to write on this post.
At the end I decided to write about my last week.
I spent almost entirely the last week thinking about how bad was going to be my performance in front of the class reading my poem, I was scared, but this time it was different..
Me standing in front of the class wasn't the real problem, I think I was most scared by all the imaginable possible reactions to the ugliness of my poem...
I could write about how much I hate poetry right now...
I spent 3 night of the last week trying to put together a poem that made sense reading it, that actually worked, I failed...
Poetry is not for everyone and the fact that I had to write it in another language made it worst;
I think I made other 5 poems last week and the funny thing was that the harder I tried to make it about good thing in life, the saddest it became; I couldn't think about anything non related to death or something like that, I started being concern about my mental health :P ahaha!
But anyways...
Mirco! Give us some comment about your classmates poems! ( see? I'm starting talking by myself )
Well, I can't really say anything about it...I mean, try to understand me; It's already hard to me to understand people talking normally...
One thing I really liked was when one of my classmates singed his poem...
"I'm going to read it, then I'm going to sing it if that's okay..." he said.
Well this is what i thought before he started: "Oh my god, please don't, I'm going to laugh so hard"
Well, all I can say is "WOW"! I really didn't expect it! He really could become a singer one day.
One girl even started crying, but again.. I had no idea what he was saying, It could have been one of the most beautiful pieces in the whole world...And I missed it, even though I was there...
Well everyone, that's all I can say about my week,
Thanks for reading :^).

Poem

hey everyone! this is a poem that I had to make for my creative writing class. I hope you like it!

Dear Angel

Dear Angel,

Lying on her back icy and cold,

From her zipped lips, no word,

Bloody is the wound, all the pain is gone.

No word is spoken from the one you left alone;

Rivers flows down my heart,

Angry to the one that ripped your heart a-part,

Mine is the guilt,

I’m the one to blame,

The one that crumbled your heart,

It never came back the same.

Mine is the guilt,

I’m the one to blame,

Below me, Obscurity,

Waves crash into the rocks,

The sky is crying,

All I want,

Is to close my eyes and fall.