They say to write what you know.
Besides basic facts like
sky is blue and the grass is
green, I know that I don’t
like it when people do
drugs or smoke. I don’t like it when
people my age drink and think it’s cool.
I know I don’t
like it when people are
rude and hurtful
just because they can.
I know that some people
lack social etiquette and don’t care.
I know that I don’t like
liars, even though I make
people believe anything I say.
I know hypocrites bother me
and I’m of them.
I know I’m talkative, but
I don’t like to share my thoughts
in school. I know I don’t like it
when my dad drinks beers
and smokes a cigar. Even if it is less than
once every few years.
I know I can’t stand it when
people talk about their friends cruelly.
I know I hate it even more when I do,
and I can’t stand it when people feel that it’s
either their way or no way.
I know that I’m horrible at math
and my art skills are worse.
I know I can’t spell and I can’t write an essay
to save my life.
But I also know that
every poem has an
end.