Unfortunately, I am sick of being nice
People using me as their prey
to get something out of me, the
thought makes me quiver
and it injects a fair amount
of hate into my soul.
The only thing I want is to yell
at everyone and get away with it.
Unfortunately, I am sick of
being told what to do.
Every time someone gives me a task
it’s like my heart slowly turns into rust
and irritation fills my brain.
I would rather lie in my bed
watching Youtube on my phone
than be bothered at all.
Unfortunately, I am sick of
unfinished poems.
It makes me feel like I ran out
of imagination.
I would rather end this poem now,
so that my imagination can run on.
Unfortunately for you,
This poem is over.
Grade: 10