Random Poems

Zoned Out

I wrote this in Chem last year while my teacher was talking about something unimportant.

I sit in my desk and I stare at the ceiling.

Who in the world could explain what I'm feeling?

They don't understand why I stare like I do.

They simply think I have nothing to do.

I have plenty of things to be working on now,

But set them aside, I already know how.

I'm tired of being told to do work.

I finished on purpose your persistence is an irk.

When I'm zoning I'm thinking I live for this time.

I work towards free time, is that such a crime?

I feel alone and unhappy and no one knows why.

Not a person I know is as stuck as I.

i don't need to study, I need to tune out.

My thought process is going somewhere, a dangerous route.

Stop talking, stop flirting, stop giving me orders.

One day this might just end up in Borders.

He says he knows and he can relate.

He doesn't know that I'm dreaming of fate.

I've waited years for something to happen.

Now I sit here and tell you as if i were rappin'.

You might understand if I told you about it.

I don't want you to know. I won't share one bit.

I don't need your opinion to know how I feel.

I won't change for you. I won't stop and kneel.

I'll figure this out. If not I'll be happy.

Don't get in my way. My imagination is trappy.

Back off! Leave me alone! I don't want to hear.

I just want to think. I just want to sit here.