Boredom's Haiku Poem by Natalie Bradford

i am very bored.
i cannot drive the car yet
its not here either

why am i so bored?
ill ask the dictionary!
no useful answers

why am i writing?
it could be im just emo
or very lonely

i hate this boredom
i wish it wasnt this way
i want some fun

it should be easy
to become not quite so bored
that would be great

this isnt that fun
writing a stupid haiku
about my boring life

why do i live here
in this development
i wish we would move

but i have no stuff
because my dad's a cheap one
and no ones awake

like anyone cares.
its not that hard to hate me
its hard to like me

but why should i care?
ive survived fifteen boring years
survived happily

and i know boredom
only boring people get bored
i guess thats me

so why DO i care?
no one likes being ignored
even less than hurting

so why'm i different? (that counts as five syllables in MY book)
whos to say i am that weird?
they dont know me much

only i know me
the darkest corners of me
that id like to change

but, im just too shy
dont feel like trying not to
alas, im that lazy

so ill be lonely
but ill put up a good fight
to try to fix that

and no one cares yet
but that is gonna change fast
if i care enough

now im writing dog(gerrel)
i was the whole friggin' time
ill stop (being) boring now

now i feel emo
i guess thats gonna happen
because im writing haiku


(By My Friend Ben Larson)