Poems from Alaynaseely

Dear School, I think you suck. I don't think you give a f***.   My friends are bullied, and no one cares. Kids are crying, it's just not...
They're like oil and water, unable to combine. But still everything would be just fine.   Except.   One girl is a narcissist, One girl...
Poetry can be an expression, or it could be a confession. Maybe of serious depression, or maybe about the recession.   Are they really...
Rain comes down in pails. Occasionally it hails. I don't want to be inside. I want to go OUTSIDE.   I want to sing in the rain, but wet...