Not Really A Poem, Just My Mind Poem by Jessica Shehan

okay so i smoked on 4/20 but barely, i havent smoked in liek two years and i was proud of myself, i smoked one cigeratte...
i realized how i hated it so much so i gave the last hit to my brother and soemone asked if i smoked i said yeah... that person got mad, i was like oh great...but really he doesnt know i am proud of all that i've changed... but he doesnt know me like that but really i never came home until 3: 00 in the morning
went to parties all the time with my homie David A. fought with my parents all the time, slapped my dad ounce, ran away, did drugs, skipped school with my homegirl, but at least im trying to change, you see people who don't want to change. at least i want to change, im gonna do things i shouldn't but im not perfect and i never will be and i guess sammy told me you always wanted things perfect but its not always that way...so next time something like this happens again can we talk cause i swear sammy told me so much stuff about you i need to ask! you have no idea! there are somethings i don't like about you but i look past that so can you please look past thr drugs please! ! thats all i ask!