Sometimes I wished I could fly,
Fly so high up in the sky.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even eat pie!
But that just isn't it,
We all throw fits.
But none of us resist.
Sometimes girls like us fight over boys,
Just because we want them as toys.
But why? They're just boys
Sometimes I just get so sad,
That all I am is bad.
Does this just mean I have had,
Soemthing very extremely bad,
Sometimes I...
Written By: Tissa Calvert
4-28-08