I sit here waiting
Waiting for all meaningless words
you try so hard to string together
To actually mean something
For all I care this poem could combust
and the only tears I would shed would be of Joy
This assignment is the ****** of English Class
If I wanted to talk about my feelings
I’d pay pay someone to listen to me whine
This is ofcourse not my cup of tea
It’s a cup of poison
sliding down my throat and pulsing through my veins
Writing used to be my sunburn
The fuel that lit my fire
Now I just want to set fire to all my English assignments
English Teachers give us these squares with smaller squares with words
Oh follow this or you’ll fail
Yes college is great... if you decide to go
Everyone is different
You stump our creative flow
with these squares with words