I focus on my homework
I don't wear short skirts
I'm tired of getting hurt
By boys that don't care
If they treat my heart fairly
But in the meantime I just cart
All my issues with me
I hide my feelings so you can't see
My parent think I hate the world
But I'm just sick of being whirled
Into the stereotype
That I follow all the hype
Of the other teenage girls
Where my only care in the world
Is a boy that I'll never stay with
Until the end of time
But here I am again
Telling you my confusing life
I'm done with this all
I'm cutting it with a knife
Like some girls cut off their lives
YOU ARE READING
The Black Rose
PuisiJust some poems that I've wrote myself😊The first chapter has a better description🙂
