I can't find the poem that I wrote yesterday,
And I've looked in every room!
If I can't find the paper I did by tonight,
It'll certainly be my doom!
I'm screaming, I'm panicking, I'm so freaking out,
And I really don't have a solution!
I'm running in circles, I'm trashing the house,
Boy, I'm making some real noise pollution!
I'm hyperventilating, I'm chewing my nails,
I'm doing things I can't explain!
I'm talking to myself, saying, "Come on! come on!
Just think! What to do?! Use your brain!"
I've got lots of papers all over the floor,
I should probably work on being neat.
But what should I do if I really can't do
All of that when I can't even speak
'Cause I'm panting, I'm ranting, I'm out of control!
I really need help right now!
I wish I could make it appear right here
In front of my eyes - but how?!
I'm finished! I'm done for! I can't carry on!
Tell my parents that I love them so!
Oh wait - there it is. It's right next to me.
I need a pencil - now where did it go...
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Posted: November 3, 2016Author Notes: I wrote this for an English project where I had a handwritten poem ready to turn in, but I had lost it and was freaking out. I wrote this poem to turn in instead, but in the middle of writing it I found the old poem. I turned both of them in and, surprisingly, she liked this poem. I read it at my eighth grade graduation, and this was the first piece I ever posted here on WattPad.
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PoésieA collection of poems I've written over the time I've been here. Slightly random, kind of humorous, and in no particular order whatsoever. Also where I have posted old poems so they don't float around on my profile.