Please ready my rhyme,
I don't care if you think it's a crime.
This poem is for me and me alone,
You can be sure of that, all on your own.
I am compelled to write this page,
It's not because of my age.
I love to write these I really do,
It lets me say, "My dream came true."
It's a lovely little thing, poety,
Better than looking at the Statue of Liberty.
Though she stands, tall and proud,
Makes the crowd there scream out loud.
There's something deep, deep in my heart,
I don't know how to start.
It's a little thing called hate,
Involving one little date.
I was home alone, nothing but a care,
When suddenly, I was asked about a dare.
This dare made me feel like a jerk,
A jerk, with a big fat smirk.
This dare I did not want to speak about,
All though it'll help me let it out.
I wanted to cry when it was all said and done,
I wanted to yell and scream, "I'm the only one."
Let me say this: "Here my scream, hear my cry,
Don't you dare let me die."