Biography of Kaycee Anne
I have five brothers and 1 sister.
I have a step dad and a step mom.
My moTher has cancer.
I dont see my dad 2 much.
I love poetry.
Im a very helpful and dependable person...im also very good to talk to.
I love to talk to people.
I want to change tge world some day.
I want my mother to get better.
Family and friends are very important to me.
I belive you should do on to others as you want them to do on to you.
Im very mature for my age,
but i know im still young.
im a care taker, if your sick, sad, injured or just in need of help im there for you.
I've had some tough stuff in mah life,
and honestly i dont care if you care or not.
The people i care for...
care for me.
most of em.
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Kaycee Anne Poems
Detention girl, Suspension girl, Lives off a pention girl.
Love or Lust? Hate or trust? grab or thrust? want or must?
Everything Is Going To Be Okay...
This little girl i knew, grew up confused and abused, This innocent child was frequently used.
Im only thirteen, but you would'nt belive what i've seen, The heartache the pain, the need to stay sane,
Harder Than The Rain
Pain is pourin down, Harder than the rain... Now matter how hard I try to train my Brain,
Heart Like Gold
A heart is worth more, than all the gold in the world. It is not somthing,
Im not going to beg you to stay, your already on your way, Im not going to pay you to stay,
White, black, trash, smack. Black, white,
A Lie Is A Lie
I lie, you lie. yeah, 'you lie! '.
I feel this anger building up, its dwelling inside of me. i tell it to go away, but it says its hiding inside of me.
Mom, Dont Go
Mom, dont go, i beg you so.
With your glowing glory i start to write this story the universe you create is something i appreciate.
Monster From My Past
The monster from my past, Is nothing but the truth. It pushes me so fast,
creation, is somting that you create, my daughter is my creation, but she insist shes hers, shes her master piece,
Monster From My Past
The monster from my past,
Is nothing but the truth.
It pushes me so fast,
I have nothing left to grasp.
The moster from my past,
Is nothing but the pain.