Frustration Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Each day I come home,
Baffled by the amount of distraction which lives.
I can't even study at my desk,
I rather be at Uni.

Their talks,
Make needless remarks.

They voices,
Scrape the membrane of my brain,
Creating vices.

I hate being in that cold air conditioned room.
I have no choice as home is doom.

They watch movies loud while I try to read.
They tell me to relax- no silent greed.

Yet do they know every week and every night is the same.
Their ways are really driving me insane!

I am in my final year,
They don't seem to care.
That's why I sometimes tear.

I want somewhere quiet and warm to just read,
Plant the knowledge called- a preserved seed.

All I want is to study.
Study, all so quietly.
Be curled with my book and engaging so prominently.

That's the only thing which will take my misery.
Much needed tranquility.