To be Passive about Impassiveness

Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock

I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic style

My english teacher ordered that we all write a poem from the heart

I had already spent my other 50 minutes wondering why I couln't write, why I was so emotionless

Am I really so dispassionate,apathetic,and indifferent that I couldn't write a poem

Consumed by this realization, I finally decided to embrace it

I wrote on the basis of how calm and collected I am and how it was a benefit

People might think it to be unnatural but there are situations I can handle well compared to others

With 4 minutes lefty I grabbed my pencil to start the composition of my thoughts

I know how to (not) handle rough times

I will never embarass myself 

I won't cry in front of others

I won't feel like you do

3 minutes left

Some sweat had accumulated on my cupids bow, maybe from concentration,maybe from the worry

All the other students started rising to turn in their emotional pieces

I had just started yet all I longed for was to finish

Have I even lived yet?

Never experiencing great joy or love was the reality for me

Is it even possible to clasp onto my thick skin

The lock showed that I had only 2 minutes left to formulate

The bell rung,the clock was wrong ,everyone left the room but my and the teacher

From the corner of my eye the teacher gets up to reach me and puts her hand on her hips

I open my mouth to speak.

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