Introduction: Boredom consumes me

• This is a feeling that at least comes once a day

                          It makes my mind feel very empty and gray

• It makes me feel like there is nothing to do

                       It makes me question wait is fake and what is true

• It lasts a second or maybe an hour

                     But it helps my mind flood with ideas that shower

• These ideas and acts of boredom take the form of poems

                   A few of my good friends have gotten the chance to know them

• They say they are nice and sound good

                But for some reason it still has not changed my mood

• Even when my friends think I’m happy and they have assumed

             But what they don’t know is that this boredom, me it has consumed