My heart starts racing
it keeps skipping beats...

I hate the way you look at me before your hand...
i hate the pain you cause me...

How is it i still care for you?
How is it you still mean the world to me...

I'm not like i use to be
i hate my dad...

All my poems are about you
saying i hate you...

It will begin when you
Are really in love...

As you walked away and got in the car
i cried after you drove away...

In the ghetto you hear gunshots
from gangs and convicts...

You could always see right through me.
And there isn't many people who can do that...

Life is about
love and death...

We fight we argue
we laugh we cry...

How could i forget
that day when you killed that little girl...