Poems

Fill The Page

Thoughts filling my mind as I stare at this empty page
No ideas I can catch and I fill with rage
I'm unable to think of what to write
I think I'm going to fail and I fill with fright

As I'm reading, the words aren't making sense
I try again, I can't and press
My head between my hands and stress
Fills myself, how did I get into this mess?

I pull out the assignment and stare
At the blankness that screams at me there
I try to get myself to think
My sweaty hands as slippery as an ice rink

I give up, putting the assignment away on the shelf,
Time to face an F, I mutter to myself
I try not to worry, sweat trickling down my back
Stressing so much I feel like a maniac

Morning comes and I sit down at my desk with a blank paper
I'll have to face this sooner or later
Words don't come but the pencil moves around
Filling the page with doodles and trying not to breakdown

I hand in a paper with little work and erased drawings everywhere
Tearing up while walking away but trying not to care
About the grade I'm going to get, definitely not an A
As I wipe my eyes put on a smile and say I'm okay

Writer's note: We have to write a poem for class so I'm using this one. Help