I now think this is a waste of my time
Writing about everything that's on my mind
Letting all my troubles go
What's the point everything still stays, I should know
From all I've written about it still stays
They say it's time but I've been waiting for too many days
Why would I want to write
When critics say all my poems don't turn out right
So what! I change my topics sometimes
I have a lot going on at this time
I'm young and going through a lot
At this point writing is all I got
I don't know why he would say that
Stating it out like it's a fact
From all your poems I've read
They have no rhythm to them there all dead
Try and write 22 lines of a rhyme
One topic,hidden meanings, metaphors,...It takes time
You have to think before you start a fight with me
Because you never know how mean I can be
So you what "Tim" prove me wrong
Write about a issue 22 sentences long!
