I Hate Writing Poetry

(poems go hereMy head is throbbing I want to slam it against the wall why oh Why has God disgrace me with a brain that is two sizes too small? let it be my heart, like in How the Grinch Stole Christmas anything but my brain. If only the wizard would grant me a brain, oh how the Scarecrow must feel never knowing when I was a little girl laughing at his mistakes as he constantly tripped over bails of hay I am not an intelligent individual, like William Shakespeare Curse you Romeo Curse you Juliet for becoming such a famous phenomenon twelve movies were made. How many versions can there be? and even Taylor Swift turned it into a love song. I hate writing poetry. I honestly do there is nothing more worse than making words rhyme, or using them to describe something that no one understands but you Maybe the view outside will help me get a clue about this task on hand that’s almost due Snow is falling from the sky faster than rain, but with the same outcome. students are wet, soaked from head to toe. leaving trails of their shoe designs stranded behind Bang! Bang! A dent on my head leaving no marks or any chips to this stupid white paint curse this stupid resistant wall why oh Why can I not think right now? If only I had the brain of Edgar Allen Poe this assignment would be easier a quick say of “Never more” and my problems would cease to exist I hate writing poetry as my hands rub my head soothing the blood that is rushing through my veins. screaming and crying over the sauna like tempeture that is flowing through my brain. Help! Help! They cry with desperate plea make her stop thinking there’s no use she will not pull through This excruciating agony is just too much to bear but now I have to write a second one, Ms. Goss is being unfair. If it wasn’t clear yet let me say it once more I hate writing poetry That is it There isn’t anymore