Best friends are people who make your problems,
Just so you don't have to go through them alone.

Let me tell you 'bout a story of a truck drivin' girl,
In a custom made monster truck she took for a whirl!
That little speed demon, gonna be a star!
With her learners permit, and an adult in the car!
She may be out for a lark, but she can't parallel park,

She's a truck drivin' girl!

One day she'll get her license, and she'll have it all,
She can pick up her friends, and take a drive to the mall!
That little red head, gonna rock my world!

She's a truck drivin girl!
She's a truck drivin girl!

She's a,
Tire spinnin'
Gear grindin'
Clutch burnin'
Back firin'
Paint tradin'
Red linin'
Over heatin'
Throttle stompin'

Truck drivin' girl!

I've written about loving someone,
But I'm not in love with anyone.
Why do you write lies, you ask.
Coming up with poems is such a simple task!

I hate when people say this.
I'm sorry, it's true.
I do write lies,
But it's all for you!

I write poems for the public,
Not for me!
You may say it's all a hoax,
It's true you see!

Some things are lies,
Some things are true,
But in the end,
It's all for you!

I can't believe that all this time,
You never said a word,
Although it's possible you did,
And I just never heard.

I never even noticed,
I guess I wasn't that alert,
Now that I look back on it,
You were being quite overt.

We could've been together!
All you had to say was when.
I thought I was so over you,
But here I am again.

What might have been.

Going on walks I find so may pennies,
Where do they come from?
Do people have that many pennies?
Do people DROP that many pennies?
Maybe angels through them down to cheer me up.
They see me feeling blue, so the drop a penny or two.
When your feeling sad, you usually look down,
Maybe you take a walk,
And angels through down those pennies,
To make you feel,
A
Little
Bit
Better.

Valentines is torture,
And my birthday is a mess,
New Years is a lot of noise,
And Arbor Day's A pest,
Halloween's a horror,
But I guess I must confess,
That I really don't hate Christmas!

Flag Day is infernal,
April Fool is just a bore,
Mardi Gra's A waste,
Unless you own a candy store,
All these other holidays,
I admit that I abhor,
But I really don't hate Christmas!

So you say you understand,
What does that even matter,
You're just a person on the internet,
And sorry for the latter.

I may sound like a hopeless ****,
Who only sleeps and never works,
The one who makes others cry in fear,
The one who makes people shed a tear.

It's just hard to think someone understands,
Even if they do.
How do I know
If you know,
What I'm about to do.

It's hard to let these emotions out,
In the right form or pattern,
Trying not to scream so loud,
To the point where glass will shatter.

I try mostly to keep inside
What I cannot hide,
When life,
Makes a ride,
All of it to end,
Me just left to die.

Everyone says they understand,
How is that possibly true?
Even though I've barely said it,
I'm still no better than you.

Screaming, Crying,
Aching, Lying,
To the point of almost dying,

So back to the matter at hand,
So you say you understand?

(This poem was made without thinking, and I'm sorry.)
I was just spilling my guts out.