This is the poem that is in the book 'the perks of being a wallflower.'
This is not mine; I just really like it and hope you guys do to.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem

And he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a white piece of paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa clause

And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem

And he called it "innocence: a question"
because that was the questing about his girl

And that was what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed it to her

That was the year father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked

And the girl around the corner
wore to much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed he anyway
because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it "absolutely nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

And a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen