Boys suck, hairs a mess
Can’t find a way to handle the stress
The one I love don’t love me back
I can’t believe my hearts intact
Teachers are mean and friends lie
It doesn’t make sense to go home and cry
I hear the snickers I see the looks,
I guess it’s time to hit the books
I don’t complain, my life’s not that bad
I just can’t help from being sad
I have great friends, most of the time
How am I still able to make this rhyme?
I talk too much, I laugh too loud
Sometimes I stop to watch a cloud
I eat a lot, my memory’s bad
I know my stories getting sad
To think, I thought this on the bus
Listening to my ipod, and other kids cuss
Well now I think my poems complete
Or should I just go and delete?