Everyone's around me is fake
You don't know how much I take
I listen to the radio real loud
I buy music to block out the noise
I'm vain and real proud
Not allowed to date boys
When I drive is when I work
I'm 13 years old
My life has simple perks
I never do what I'm told
I go to church every Sunday
I have faith in things
Friday is my favorite day
I love to sing
I have lots of friends
A few are phony
I have lots of split ends
I hate bologna
Sometimes I lie bad
Bright things I see
I hate making people mad
Meet the new me
**That was probably the first poem I ever wrote**