I'm looking outside the classroom window
thinking of how i'm going to manipulate this ink
into symbols expressing emotions to catch those of others

how to annotate pain
how to demonstrate euphoria
i look outside the window again. i'm trying too hard

no aches
no delights
no inspiration

cold-blooded and passionless
i wait for ingenuity
but it's not coming

i can't ******* go on like this
i can't look people in the eye and tell them i don't care
knowing i'm not lying