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?