Poem i jus wrote for ma babytaz

The girl down the street is always looking at me. She stares and she stares as if she can't see.  Out her window she looks, and shes looking at me. Only in my room and out my window i see, the girl down the street, staring at me. I want to giv her attitude, n say sumthing mean.  Like pay for a picture cuz my looks aren't free.  I plan to confront her. To go over and see, y that girl down the street keeps staring at me. 
I'm lost and confused, I could use some help.  I want to go over there and see for myself, y this girl is staring like a doll on a shelf.  She stares all through the winter and even as the snow melts. Like eyes staring at santa, from a helper elf. 
Iv decided to confront her, no more thinking to be done.  When I reach her, that will be the prize iv won. To see her face and finally begins the fun. We shall see who will chase, and who will run. And even though we don't kno who started, I kno ill be number 1. Our battle will rage until up climes the sun, to shine on the victor and tell us who's won.