I hate poetry
When it just has to rhyme...

I hate writing
It is just too hard...

Time is time
Love is love...

I am an individual whom as beliefs
I wonder whom I shall end up loving...

You work so hard
No one would stop and think...

Im sorry I hurt you
So much inside...

My mother always gave me advice
Such and such, normal lessons on lice...

There sits the girl, eating her pie
Come close enough and your sure to die...

She can do it
Without a fit...

God is sending me away
To spread my joy...

One blank page
One open heart...

I hate estrogen
It annoys me to no end...