With days and days of thinking,
trying to figure out what to write
I finally finished my poem
that I was going to publish tonight.
It was self-inspired and
I figured out the end,
but then I accidentally lost the page
And I swear I almost died.
Until I figured out what it meant
that I wasn't at the end.
I had time to change my poem
and it was never meant to be seen.
It was more like a journal entry
for me to figure out me.