the beat of my heart
increasingly grows faster and faster
like a time bomb ready to explode
I am at the back of the classroom
trying to gather my thoughts
but instead, I distractedly glance around
as the chatter among classmates increase
so now, all I can do is hope for this to soon end
as this is a place where I feel absolutely useless
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
