Boys get you into trouble,
But they can’t get you out.
Once you get in trouble,
You can’t pout.
Boys can make you cry,
Boys don’t make you happy.
Boys only lie!!!

Gone with the wind,
but in reality
I didn’t even begin.
Not knowing to stop
speeding like a
speeding cop.
Finding no way
to slow down,
only to make me
want to frown.
Acting like a princess,
didn't even get a crown!

Screaming and yelling
spit all over the place
tears running down my face.
My head is pounding,
my stomach hurts.
The sounds aren’t like
being in church.
Trying to get out,
get away from the shout.
Trying to get away,
but I am already gone.