It is too late,
There are lots of people I hate.
I never heard such,
But everything I want to do is too much.
You might think I'm being unfair,
But you know what, who cares.
You have to come and talk to me,
Because I know I'm not going to say sorry.
Don't say sorry, it's too late,
There are friends and enemies I HATE!
YOU ARE READING
Memory Poems
PoetryThese were poems that I wrote from sixth grade through eight grade. I never shared them expect with a few friends. Poems that are happy, sad, mad, and random. Some were personal while others were just for fun.
