*This is my first poem i've written and showed i hope its ok for a
first timer*

I think my life’s a living hell.
I don’t know why, I don’t know how,
Fuckin’ wish my soul was I able to sell.
Just don’t ask me, don’t even shout.

I think some things in life are sick,
But I also see some goodness in what I see,
It’s just so hard to pick!
I wish some people would let me be.

I just wish that people would go away,
People say they wanna help,
I think that people that say that are gay.
People who say that should really just help themselves!

Rappers are a big influence on me,
My mom don’t know it yet.
I’m not like those people that cut themselves wit a knife,
Simply just spillin’ my guts don’t u see? i doubt it

Right now through this pencil, in the rain,
My head is aching, and so is my heart,
Everything I write was from my brain,
Please don’t ask me why, don’t wanna start.

At school, it’s a different story though,
I don’t work for glory nor appraise,
Didn’t do it for the teacher who really does blow,
I did it cuz I wanna rub it in someone’s face!

Guys at my school say i am lame.
Well if I am lame, then why do I have a girlfriend?
but i cant keep one for long, and i know whos to blame.
I hope that it lasts until the end…
 
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