As I sit in this room reading this poem, I don’t know if it’s good or bad considering I passed ELA last year by cheating off others because I didn’t gave a f**k about the useless shit in that class
little poetry I came up with; I sit in my room, I don't wanna come out.
I sit in my room, as they all shout.
I sit in my room, quiet as a mouse.
I sit in my room, alone, without a doubt.
As I sit in this room, I get on the web's snare.
As I sit in said room, it reminds me life's not fair.
As I sit in that room, the drama makes me pull out my hair.
But while I sit in that room, I remember he cares.