: About Me

A girl was I straight in the head and good grades and friends to show Loved by all and learning the guitar My futer was set to go Then I hit seventh grade and everything was wrong by far My friends had left me for new ones My grades were just barely passing It was only September it had only begun I didn't know what was wrong even with my killer miltitasking she cried till her eyes could cry no more this sad girl There was one hope for this lonesome thing it was a peotry contest and this is what it said I am strong like a rock I am wondering like the wind I am bright as the sun I am a girl ...