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I sit in my desk.
The room is loud with
Other students talking to
Each other but I sit.
I sit thinking, thinking
So hard…
Why must I write?
I am not a creative
Person and I have
No experience in poetry
At all! So why must
I write?
I have been sitting now
For awhile still thinking.
We are supposed to write
About ourselves or a
Memory but all memories
Seem so distant and far
Away! Why must I write?
I am now beyond frustration!
I start to pull at my hair
And bite my nails
Sweat is building up on my
Palms and head as I am
Still sitting and thinking
About something to write.
I just sit now completely
Distant from everyone saying over
And over why must I write…
The room is loud with
Other students talking to
Each other but I sit.
I sit thinking, thinking
So hard…
Why must I write?
I am not a creative
Person and I have
No experience in poetry
At all! So why must
I write?
I have been sitting now
For awhile still thinking.
We are supposed to write
About ourselves or a
Memory but all memories
Seem so distant and far
Away! Why must I write?
I am now beyond frustration!
I start to pull at my hair
And bite my nails
Sweat is building up on my
Palms and head as I am
Still sitting and thinking
About something to write.
I just sit now completely
Distant from everyone saying over
And over why must I write…
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I think this is a feeling to which any writer can relate. I like the way you articulated it.