What Do I Want? The Answer To

They Say They Have Noticed Me Drawing. I Almost Tell Them Right Then And There. They Noticed.

I Wanted To Pull Down A Book, Open It Proper, And Gobble Up Page After Page

It Happened. There Is No Avoiding It, No Forgetting. No Running Away, Or Flying, Or Burying, Or Hiding.

I Am Not Going To Think About It. It Was Ugly, But It’s Over, And I’m Not Going To Think About It.

If I Can Write A Book That Will Help The World Make A Little More Sense To A Teen, Then That's Why I Was Put On The Planet.