Hello there,
I write poems about people around me,
And stories about my fantasies.

But know that I am no dr. Phil,
Nor am I a rebel teen.
Only a writer,
Who is very keen.

I am young,
I am small.
I dream of being pretty,
I dream of being tall.

I know that this was a rhyme.
Because I am so cheesy.
I just ate a Hawaiian,
Now my hands are all greasy.

But i am not Shakespeare.
Because i am not dead.
Also because,
This rhyme ends here.

Okay, all rhymes aside.
I am 12 years old, but don't tell anyone that work for wattpad.
I'm turning 13 in a couple months.
I love reading, music, sports and computing.
I love cherub, the hunger games, among the hidden, city of ember, cheesy poems
Para more, lorde, ellie goulding, playing piano, Florence + the machine, ed sheeran, Bruno Mars,
Colin ford, eric szmanda, josh Thomas, Bajancanadian (Mitch Hughes),
Swimming, taekwondo,
Scratch, JavaScript, Ubuntu!
I still don't know what I want to be,
Either an architect, writer/poet, doctor or a teacher.
Peace and love! :P