There are so many
One hundred & ninety nine
How could I read them?

You could write a thousand words
but you could ne'er write the word
that whispers in the darkest night
that word is my soul.

So I'm going camping—
Hooray!
I just hope I don't  
Stay bored all day.

So I'm sleeping on hard ground—
Whoopee!
I just hope it doesn't
Get to me.

So I'm getting family time—
That'll be great!
The best thing that'll happen
Will be the memories we make.

My face is so hot
And my hands are just so cold
It's a nice problem.

Everyone's loud
And I don't want to hear what they're talking about

Math is so annoying
I'm behind but I don't feel like working

It's actually easy
It just takes clicking bubbles

But I'm so tired
So, so tired.


So what am I going to do
When I don't have the energy to do what I need to?

And what am I going to say
When I don't have the words to speak when I want to?


Don't give me excuses
No one knows why I don't smile

Don't think you're special
You just happen to sit next to me

You can't understand me
Of course, no one else could

I'm tired of your looks
That tell me you think more than you should.


So what am I going to do
When there's no one to explain myself to?

And what am I going to say
When no one listens when I talk about you?


Leave me be, leave me alone
I'll soon be going my way home

Let me stay the person me
Leave me alone and leave me be.

Can't think anymore
If you would just let me go
Maybe I'd feel free.

I've always wanted
To write a poem about it
Because, just because.
I don't know why, but I guess
I really like it.