The most frightening monsters are not the ones that reside in the closet or under your bed.

They are the invisible enemies that lurk within us.

Sigh, going to the doctor's is so scary. The whole time I was there, I was worried about having to get a shot (Which I had to, in the end. Stupid chicken pox). Doctor told me how skinny I am, and made fun of how ticklish I am. Unfortunately, my doctor told me that he hears murmurs in my heart...which I'm guessing is not a good thing, and he wants me to get a blood test! Argh!! I hate needles!!! Apparently, my chest is so flat that it pushes down on my heart and is...moving it...or something to that effect. I'd be lying if I said that I'm not scared. I'd be lying if I said that I don't think I might die. Hopefully, it's nothing, though. I'm probably just making a mountain out of a Diglett hill. I remember the LAST time I got a blood test. It was right before going to Middle School. The needle couldn't poke throught my vein, so the lady had to get a bigger needle.Oh yeah. I finally read my Literary Magazine last night! I really want to submit something next year now. Heck, I think all of us should submit something! I came up with this poem today, but it's a little depressing...but look! It looks like a tree!

I feel just fine. Why can't I just leave?
Heart disease? Is that what you want me to believe?

Does destiny truly see fit to keep me bedridden?
Is the world really keeping all of these answers hidden?

The door opens. The news has come.

Will I live, or will I die?
Will I smile, or will I cry?

But there is no need to ask
About the truth he tries to mask.

I just need one look of the doctor's face
To tell me that I shall again never leave this place.