Poem Collection

Writing

I'm sitting on my bed

Trying to write

I'm holding a pen

I stay awake 'till midnight

Because I have no clue

What I should write about

I overthink everything but when it would be helpful

My mind isn't loud

I sit in class

And write something down

Something that makes me realize

How much I hate this town

Who could write something good

In this fucked up place

I've been trapped in here 

For too many days

I need to get out

And stay where I belong

Where I can write what I want

And it can't be wrong

I'd sit on a bench

And stare at the moon

When I ask when my writing will be good enough

I wouldn't hear "soon"

'Cause there was no one to tell me

What's wrong and what's right

And I'd feel free

Even in the longest night.

So I wrote this because I wanted to write something again but I didn't know about what. It ended up pretty ok for that.