An hour In that little square Can't move Can't talk Can't look around Just flip through sheets of paper Combing through each word The power they hold The future they shape They sorta scare me out
Sometimes my heart Feels too stuffed up I wished to rip it out From my thumping chest And then my brain Is fully loaded With things that burn me But might save grades
Typing this on my phone but er my phone is dumb and I can't continue the poem over here somehow