I know you’re suppose to write stories but I decided to share my poems…

Trish Trish Trish

There once was a girl named Trish
Who like to eat lots and lots of fish
She started to smell
She slept in the dell
She had to eat out of a dog dish

At 13….
At 13 lifes sucks
If your not skinny and pretty
You’re not excepted
You can have alot of friends
and look like me
but that is all you’ll have is friends
nothing more
At 13 life sucks
this is not a kind world
I wake up just to hear about bombings,
or about
family or friends being shipped to Iraq
or
Afghanistan
At 13 life sucks
I can’t do anything without being compared
to my sister
She is pretty, she is perfect
She has never had anything lower than a B
And most of my grades are lower than B’s
At 13 life sucks
And that’s that