Monday, June 02, 2003
I've become mad
I've become crazy
I've become more stressed
Though I am so lazy
I've since slacked so much
As the days go by
I've since been lured
To make myself cry
I spend so much time
Doing other things
When I am supposed
To be studying
I don't bother about this
I don't bother about that
Am I going to live life this way
Or am I stark raving mad?
I think it should be the latter
Isn't that so obvious?
I don't know how I am going to survive
I'm totally clueless
I don't carry out my duties
I just shrug them off
Now how am I to defend myself
When others scoff?
I try my best to change
Into the old, studious me
But I really can't do it
Can you stop forcing me?
I seriously don't know
What's got into me
Perhaps all this is
Just imaginary
Ever since January the second
Two thousand and three
I have been so slack
I have been so naughty
So here comes the reason
My mind is in such a whirl
This is because
I am in St Nicholas Girls'.
=CC= 2/6/2003
Oh I am so lame.
This is such a stupid poem.
What am I trying to do.
=screams=
One of the owners had inspiration at 4:50 AM