How can I start this poem? So hard to concentrate.
But I must, it is past the due date.
Oh look I’ve begun. I’m 90% done!
Hmm…how would I describe me?
My life is as series of mountains and valleys.
Mountains of focus and determination.
Valleys of despair and procrastination.
My feet are bound by two shackles
One a set of conventions and rules
One of another kind, a shackle of the mind.
My one goal in life is to be free
I’m not lazy, stupid or crazy.
I just have this demon in my head.
“Did you even listen to what I just said?”
It’s not my fault, what you’re saying is boring.
I’d rather be outside exploring
Punishments, late slips and due days
These are the western ways in which I was raised.
Some days are bright and some are grey
Like it or not, you are with me to stay