Sitting in a class,
Where everything is boring,
And not a single person holds sass.
Everyone is quiet.
Everyone stares,
Yet surprisingly, there is no riot.
We just sit timidly in our chairs.
Where's the fun?
Nothing's getting done.
There's nowhere to run!
I'm stuck in here,
No one's near. . .
Nothings clear!
Shockingly, I feel no fear.
Into the unknown,
To experience something new.
The virus changed it all,
Some things were good,
Others were not. . .
Now.
School is different,
But indifferent.
The experience will be exciting.
Let's see how it goes.
Let's see what it'll bring.
I was bored and in class, so it resulted in this. I honestly don't care for this poem XD You can tell me it's not bad, but like it's not good either XD
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