Young girl don't cry
ill comfort you till your tears run dry...

Daddy comes home
his eyes are all red...

You asked if you could kiss me yesterday
i wanted to scream take me away...

They say i have no
self esteem what so ever...

This baby has a temper
i hold it while it whimpers...

I heard at school
that you got suspended...

Reading the scores you give me
is like reading a report card...

~a part of a song i wrote~
I'm little...

My poem are crappy
I'm just typing stuff...

I plop next to you
and i freely talk...

Its not until
i start complain to her...

When your pathways clouded over
i will bring my fan...