I am tired and half awake.
I'm going to write more even though it will take,
More effort than I would like to give,
But that's no matter, its how I live.
My pen flows smoothly,
But my brain is sprained,
I'm not usually moody,
But today, my patience is strained.
My current class is French,
But I'm lost and confused,
I'd like to be asleep on a park bench,
But then my good grades I'd lose.
Id like someone to take me away,
Break down my walls,
Teach me to be one of the Fey,
But it will never happen, and my hope for it falls.