I stare at the pages blankly,
Confused, frustrated, and cranky.
My teacher continues to scold me.
I stop and look back at her coldly.
She tells me not to color outside the lines,
But she cannot take the creativity from our minds.
YOU ARE READING
Sean's Poetry
PuisiA collection of poetry that I have written throughout various stages in my life. Slow updates, but not abandoned. P. S. It's mostly kind of sad.
