High School Poem by Bernadeth Tolentino

Letting ink sink on this paper,
Waiting for creative ideas.
Twirling pen between my fingers,
Looking for words that rhyme with 'ideas'.

Sitting lonely at 8th period.
Finished my work, wish class would end.
As the clock ticks, I'm growing wearier.
Thinking of the texts I'd like to send.

Wondering if I should finally switch
Leaving my friends and heading for my future.
Anticipating which one I would ditch
Wishing someone can tell me for sure.

Why does high school have to be so boring?
Making decisions that I will regret.
I'm writing this poem when I'm supposed to be working.
Hoping that I won't get caught.

I still don't know where I am heading.
Simply a lost soul roaming around.
When do I finally know what I want to be
Hopefully before I crash to the ground.