POEM BY A BORED TEENAGE GIRL

I sit in my room, feeling aloof

Thoughts swivelling in my mind

I look around and up at the roof

Wondering what to do with my time.

The clock is ticking faster and faster

I just sit idle and reflect

Should I engage in friendly banter?

Or just think and regret?

I have come a long away

And I know I have no shame

This is so silly of me

But who can I blame?

This is boredom, pure and simple

I know I have a life

If only I got a nickel

For every time I was in this plight.

This is me, signing off

I have nothing else to add

You might think I’m a bit odd

And to that, I say,’ That’s just sad.’