I don’t want to sound like a snitch but I hate telling on people.
That’s why I will never tell on people.
I sit here and write my stuff on the computer nobody ever listens to my poetry and takes it seriously.
What do I have to do for you to take my poetry seriously?
I love when I have plans and they get messed up.
I guess that’s a part of life so I have to suck it up.
I’m bored right now I want to do something.
I like the pain because I want to feel the sting.
I’m scared to be myself around my neighborhood because I don’t want a driveby done on me.
I wake up in different moods you should learn that about me.
I wish people would quit reading my stuff.
I make no damn sense that’s why my life is rough.
I can be a dick and I’m not really meaning to be.
I’m just trying to find the real me.
When you say something I don’t like I get quiet.
Mentally I want to start a riot!
While at the same time keep my mouth shut!
I’m just trying to figure out while the whole world is acting like sluts.
Have we lost our minds?
I’m not the one who should be criticizing others because I’m just as wrong as them.
I’m just like everybody else I care for myself and about other people I just don’t give a damn.
We only give a damn when we want something.
Or we care when we are trying to be nice.
Or when we are trying to entice.
No matter how much shit your facing, life must go on and there might or might not be always tomorrow.
You just got to figure out some way of dealing with your sorrow.
I think the only time I’d hit someone is if I was playing around or if they hurt one of my nieces or my dad.
I’d hurt someone if they hurt Carrie, Christina, or Luisa too.
If you ask me to pray for you, well I will pray for you.
I’ll let you do pretty much whatever it is that you want to do.
I don’t like enemies, I want to be your best friend.
I want to be someone you can go to to lean on, someone you can cry your fool head off on my shoulder you can cry upon.
I may not get the exact words that i really mean to say out of my mouth.
I just want to know I’m here for you and I ain’t going to knock you out.
I gave up being friends with Angela because she kept bugging me every 5 minutes and she was just using me for a ride.
She wouldn’t care if I lived or died.
I’m starting to wonder who’s here to be my friend or who will kick me in the back and lie to me in the end.
I can balance not being a fighter and getting my point across in 2 hands.
You can be mad at me but you’ll get over it at least I hope you get over it.
Nothing in this life is worth being mad over.
You are just like me though I get down and depressed, you say you don’t get down and depressed but I know you do, I can see it in your eyes.
I’m too busy living my life to cry, even though I want to so bad sometimes.
That’s kinda why I pop my Mp3 player in and hope nobody bugs me while I’m listening to music.
My dad always talks while I’m listening to music.
Sometimes I wish he would just quit talking and let me calm down and listen to music but I realize he’s my dad and he just wants to talk to his boy.
I love him like a father love his little boy.