And here i sit again,
in my cluttered, darkening room
clean clothes hang off my bed,
falling rather soon
it hasn't been cleant in months now
as I live out of a bag
that hasnt been set out since
I went back to live at my dad's
and I look at a list that's longer than a symphany
of things I have to do
at an assignment I haven't yet started
that tomorrow it is due
I sit in a chair that's hardly comfy,
and sink down to the floor
in an attempt to get myself going,
to think, which i abhor
but i then drift back to the carpet,
staring at a blank poem document
wanting such valued words to flow
but i just run into hard cement
and just as the days go by
through school, appointments, and houses,
nothing changes with my mood
and clear thoughts become ever clouded
so i stay up until the sun starts to rise
and get ready for school
and less than three hours later
I'm back to the rules
And, i tell myslef each morning,
just as i did at night
that i need to stop doing these things
just need to turn off the light
then my jaw clenches so tightly
that I'm afraid my teeth may split
and my stomach feels so knotted
caused from something deep within
and they tell me to just keep waiting
'til things go from thick to thin,
but, I tell you, they just don't get it,
this is nothing that transmits
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
And here i sit again,
in my cluttered, darkening room
clean clothes hang off my bed,
falling rather soon
it hasn't been cleant in months now
as I live out of a bag
that hasnt been set out since
I went back to live at my dad's
and I look at a list that's longer than a symphany
of things I have to do
at an assignment I haven't yet started
that tomorrow it is due
I sit in a chair that's hardly comfy,
and sink down to the floor
in an attempt to get myself going,
to think, which i abhor
but i then drift back to the carpet,
staring at a blank poem document
wanting such valued words to flow
but i just run into hard cement
and just as the days go by
through school, appointments, and houses,
nothing changes with my mood
and clear thoughts become ever clouded
so i stay up until the sun starts to rise
and get ready for school
and less than three hours later
I'm back to the rules
And, i tell myslef each morning,
just as i did at night
that i need to stop doing these things
just need to turn off the light
then my jaw clenches so tightly
that I'm afraid my teeth may split
and my stomach feels so knotted
caused from something deep within
and they tell me to just keep waiting
'til things go from thick to thin,
but, I tell you, they just don't get it,
this is nothing that transmits
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