I hate when I can't come up with ideas
For poems or books
When I just want
To write

I hate when I can't sleep
And my mom gets mad
Even though it isn't my fault
it really isn't...

I just want to do something
Anything at all
To block out the sadness
Crawling from the void

Oh no... It's too late
I have nothing to do
And the sadness is back
Oh I hate when this happens...

My friends! Oh no!
They can't see me like this, I think
So I smile through all the pain
So they don't see me bawl

I laugh and joke
And be happy
Because I've learned...
It's not okay to be not happy