School is upon us-
We all know what's to come.
Those pointless personality sheets,
They really aren't fun.
It sits there on my desk,
Blank and untouched.
It's a simple assignment,
So why'd I get stuck?
It keeps me up at night,
Thinking about this stuff.
I can't tell who I am,
Or if I am enough.
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2023 12:00
- Comment from author about the poem: hhh ihate filling out those personality sheets
- Category: Sad
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