Struggle
I'm not focused
My mind wonders
I'm chosen
There is thunder
Sprinkles of rain
I'm a goner
Red roses are pain
I'm not stronger
My paper is blank
Just like my mind
My lips are dry
My voice is gone
I'm shaking as I write
I'm worried
I'm not feeling fine
I'm lost....
I take my time
I do things right
Or so I thought
I'm still not done