Sat in class with a mental block,
Concentration completely gone,
Lost,
Where could it be?
It feels like everything I write will come out wrong,
The lecture I'll receive will take too long,
I long to be at home,
Home alone,
Free to write until the day is done,
Venting out the darkness onto paper,
Then maybe writing another great poem later,
Then hopefully I'll receive more good feeback,
And get my minds concentration back on track,
I need to break free from this prison,
I will attack and show no mercy,
This is me,
Breaking free.
Sat in class with a mental block,
Sat with the same ****** feeling I have everyday all day long,
I will find a way to break my minds lock,
This demon has been feeding on my pain for far too long,
Just listening to rap so I feel alive inside,
It helps me understand the flow of life,
Writing poetry is my fight to survive,
I wish lifes monsters would crawl away and just die!