Never been proud of things ive done
Because things ive done isnt something to be proud of
Out of 3 girls im the only one who seems to Fail
With grades goals and everything else
I got a thing for writing
And although im not that good i still tend to do it
Cause writing poetry is my journal that just keeps on going
But writing wont take me no where i need to go
So to me its just useless
and i just cant let it go
As soon as i pick up a pen
Emotions tend to run deep
Whatevers in my head
Run threw my ink
And as the ink bleeds
This poetry ive created becomes my masterpiece
my masterpiece that no good it seems to be