so it is exam time again
stress is running high
that girl is aiming for an A
when that boy is barly
hitting a D

revistion notes are scattered everywhere
and when there is no more, they burn
people questioning why?
when?  

do they need to know this?
why are people who learn differently
taught the same?
and tested the same way?

why do people think it is okay to say
its not "real" stress, and that
it will be over soon
why is there so much presseure on kids who cant handle it

why do exams cause so much drama for everyone

friends are there for you through thick and thin
good times and old times
friends are big and bold
friends are small and quite
  friends come in different ways
and im glad i have the ones i do now

call me
what you like
i really do not care
*****,****,****
i dont care
because i am a young lady
beautful in every way
and you're just a
bully with
the words
that come out of
your horrible mouth
you try to put me down
well it doesnt work, i have
friends  who
can help me
through all
the things
you may
say to
me.

Is that time of the year
Where love is in the air
And hearts are throbbing
There are butterfly's in your stomach

It's also that time of the year
That I would love to say
**** VALENTINES DAY
I'm single and I'm going to enjoy
A glass of red wine
On my own

poems dont have to rhyme
it takes too much time
it can be fun
but i am done!

as time goes on we grow older
second by second
minute my minute
hour by hour
day by day
and yet we still take time for granted
with friends and family and we dont quite realise

people can just dissapear...forever

school is a prison
the teachers are the guards
class rooms are the cells
homework is the punishment
and i just a lonley prisoner tring to *escape

why do we care too much
about the way we look
about the way we talk
about the way we live

why do we bother
to help those who push us aside
to try our hardest when it isnt enough
to try and be some one we are not

we are too focused on trying to help
trying to change ourselfs
trying to be someone we are not

society has pushed people beyond the line of caring
we are now obsesing about the way we look
about how people may judge us

i hate society

it's midnight
the air is still
the stars are bright, they reflect in your eyes
i cant take mine off you
your gazed face at the big blue moon
my gazed face at you
my heart is beating so fast
beause im here
with my love at midnight