Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in Veronica Roth's Blurty:

Friday, January 10th, 2003
3:54 pm	THE ORIGIN OF THE NAME The name being, Behind the Wall. This poem STINKS. I won't be filling up this thing with poetry, but I just thought I'd share it to make the name make more sense: Trapped in a box that's close and small Constricting my lungs and heart I cannot breathe, I cannot dream, I cannot see at all And I am forced to stop before I start All is dark, and sometimes cold And desolate, an endless road Always I feel so very old Because I am bent beneath the load Perhaps my box is more of a mask That hides my honest, true face And taking it off is a tedious task So I am content to leave it in place Behind the sharp retorts and smiling lips I am not what I seem to be Beyond the height and small hips My anger is not me If the whole world went my way I would not need this false face If no one tried to tease or pry A part of me would be erased Because maybe my mask is really a wall That shoots up from the ground When I feel offended or way too tall Easily seen, or overwhelmed by the sound of laughing voices, of hating glances This wall forms around my head And I insult, to increase my chances Of pushing myself slowly ahead Someday, in years that pass I'll meet you once more And I will prove to my high school class As I glide through the door That things aren't always as they seem That I am not the girl they knew And I will respect the ones I deem worthy of something that seems so new Because I am not that girl so tall "the bitch", the sharp and angry me I have a box, a mask, and a wall If only you could see (Comment on this)
3:50 pm	Poem (on a 1-10 scale I rate my own poem as a four...not great, but it has meaning) To all the world Hello, it's me I am the girl you cannot see The one that peers from behind the mask Behind the empty words and sharp eyes Hidden by the one I both love and despise You've met her, you think you know her This girl that traps me inside But most of the time I want to hide Do you think I lie, perhaps? Maybe you're right, but I think you're wrong I don't know- I've been in here too long But part of me is getting free You may not notice it right away But with the passage of each day I am getting stronger Hello, It's me, I'm part of you I'm the shadow, shades of blue When she smiles, I come out and shine But she doesn't smile all that much Instead she glares and fears your touch But pay attention! Listen well To the story that I tell That girl that I tried hard to be The one that is setting me free She is dying in my heart I wish her well as she flees And to the world I say- get to know me (Comment on this)
3:43 pm	First Day Basically, I'm just testing this... (Comment on this)