Still sitting here with blank pages
gripping my pencil with a clenching fist
and an open mind I was ready
looking at the jumbled numbers and signs of equality
my brain goes numbs, my fingers get lured to the paper where I draw my feelings
Waves of emotions flow over my body with every breath I take
the rooms silent, worried they can hear my troubled thoughts as everyone
touches pencil to paper, heavy head
it spins with every page I turn
because every page I turn I know I'll **** it up some how,
so whats the point in trying?
Fingers are now typing with the beat that goes on in my mind
stuck in a replay of the same lines over and over again
It gets old, having to listen to the same old **** everyday
I'm a confused mess who can't understand simple algebra
Think of me as an equation
"2-2=0"
Do you understand me now?
The end.