Why is it I have to ever be bored
I feel as though I am wasting time I can't afford
Yet I'm staring into a blank space
And it was staring back into my face
I know I should be doing something
But I am not quite sure what
I'm just sitting here Being
My thoughts and feelings stuck in a rut
Maybe I'm not quite bored here
But saying something else is what I fear
And I don't really want it to be who I am
So let me just sit and build my dam
Let's remain and stay bored
Lock myself away of my own accord
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Compilation of Poetry
PoetrySome times I just gotta get stuff off my chest. Cry for attention? Probably not. Just want to see if others appreciate my poetry. See what others think. Hey, maybe my emotional side can entertain. :)
