My teacher told me to write about something,
to me with no meaning to hold...

Friend: how ya doing?
me: what you mean...

I'm making up this poem
all about my name...

This is the group the fre@ks at our school,
all those preppy Normie's are all fools...

Its your birthday Megan, this i can see
writing you a poem, is all you asked of me...

I wrote this for my big brother, its a true...
my brother has a girlfriend...

Me and my family
don't always get along...

Time and time again we've been together
And time and time again we've been apart...

When kids are depressed they cut themselves,
but thats nothing close to me...

As you can tell we aren't around,
knowing us we're playing with a shiny object we...

Dearest Brad,
We've gone through so much, almost five months...

I have an obsession
not like collecting wreaths...