Poems Penned Precisely by Me

Eddie

At school I'm a peacemaker
Ahh, but at home I'm a real baker
Cook up lies and stories to tell my mom and dad
I had to cook up lies and stories, I "never had it bad"!?

I can't say say that I'm grateful
Because inside I'm too hateful
But arguing's a staple
In this household we're not stable

I complain on and on and on
I'm mad at all this fights I never won
But mama taught me not to fight

Wait shit, that ain't right

'Cause I raised myself; parental figures out of sight
Get good grades 'cause I'm bright
Past so dark but I'm scared of the light
Present so painful, wanna get high like a kite