Note: This was written after a long period of writer's block. I was very annoyed. I'm sure most of you can understand.

Strange Writer's Block

A young teen sitting at her desk

Tapping her pencil impatiently.

It's been five years already,

And nothing's come on out.

Everything's just not right.

Steaming in manic depression,

Feeling a sense of sudden compression,

Nothing's gone right at all.

Why is life so unfair?

Heart's beating so fast,

Pounding way too loud.

The heat's scorching.

Face is red in the mirror.

Salty warm tear drops

Dribbling down her delicate face.

Where has the joy gone?

It's so sad,

Sp painfully silent.

Why?

It's not the end of the world.

It's can't be.

Where did everyone go?

Please don't leave me alone.

Wait…that's what I want…

Get away from me!

You'd never understand