Writer's Note: this poem i had to write for school, we had to re-write some guys poem and make it into our own.. no one liked mine. noone 'got it' not even the teacher. i hate people >:(

hiver who gave all he sang
and asks who luvs him
who is steal and cotton.
who is a gem & a glass of tears
whose hair is soft as feathers
is too sad to play
who tells me in gibberish to 'suck it up'
who tells me in english 'not to give up'
whose eyes glimmer in stereotypes face
cant perform today
sleeps in his little white room all day
who still laughs just like yesterday
is sick
is a kite tied to a stone
is tired cannot control
doesnt want to feel this anymore
is dwelling under my bed
who sings to me inside my head
is tame and wild, a dirty pile of trash
who trashes upon the stage, upon in rage,
upon the stage again
is the blood on my head that drips
asking who luvs him
who luvs him who?