Papers,
Scattered across the room,
No pens to be found,
My binder,
Hidden beneath the mess,
And I can't make myself finish it.
The memoir,
At the tip of my tongue,
But not yet onto the keyboard,
And written on the screen.
The math problems,
Are a mystery,
How should I know how to complete them.
Looking at it all,
I realize,
How disorganized I am,
How messy mi life is,
And how confused.
I have always been.
This poem is very well written, apart from that minor spelling mistake: "How messy mY life is," would work perfectly. I hope you figure out some way to get organized...
ReplyDeleteAlso, you understand the math problems by listening to Mrs. Culberson explain how to do solve them :)
Jajaja ok I'll try pay mor attention. :D
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