Unidentified Group Poems

Haiku

Cruising down the street,
wishing everyone'd be free,
just let me be me.

Cinquain

We are,
what people see,
when in reality,
were nothing but a fantasy,
be real.

Sonnet

The winds whispering
as i pass another tree,
it feels as if their listening.
I cant help but count to three,
all alone in misery.
Screw the world i hear in me.
Unidentified is what people call me.
I try to be normal but the suffering interrfiers.
I feel all alone in this empty world.
i wonder where life will take me next.
its like it spins, then it swirls. 
Misery is all this is.