Frustration

By Emily Coyle

I’m trying to write a poem for English class
I hope I won’t flunk or totally crash
I can’t believe people write poems for fun
I already hate this and I’ve hardly begun

Writing poetry is so not my thing
I’m biting my nails and twisting my ring
I’d rather do math, which I desperately hate
I wish if I glared, this poem would disintegrate

I bet my friends aren’t struggling with this
Not having this assignment would be pure bliss
My mind starts to drift as I sit here and moan
Oh why do I have to write this poem?

This cannot be healthy, it’s hurting my brain
I swear that this poem will make me insane
Hey look at this I am almost done!
That wasn’t so bad, I’ll write another one.