As this page used to be.
It’s not a wondering blank,
Not a confused or patient.
Not a tired blank,
I’m not even bored.
It’s not an empty blank,
I have not given up.
It’s just a blank blank.
The kind that keeps you up at night,
When nothing unusual or exciting happened that day,
And nothing out of the ordinary will happen tomorrow.
It’s not a putting-off-something blank,
Or a blank of denial.
It’s not a stressed blank,
I guess,
It’s just a blank blank.
Age 16