Lyssa's Poem Book

Obvious

I'm not good at poetry, that's obvious

Of those who put sentences together, I'm envious

Because here I am trying to get through this

With the strange thought of "who does this?"

Am I hearing myself? It's just wishful thinking

That this could help someone stop from sinking.

I often overestimate myself

And it only serves to distress myself

I better leave before I fall asleep

I'm in class and I mustn't think so deep