Why do I have to write this?
I could be doing other things
Like dancing or singing
Or even ending world hunger
I’m not sure why I opened the page,
Put my name on it
Why am I doing this?
I don’t know if this is an essay, a personal narrative or a poem
Shouldn’t I have thought ahead?
I’m thinking what to write as I fill up the blanks
I really should’ve planned ahead
I know, if you are reading this,
You think that this is the weirdest thing you’ve read
I don’t blame you.
This is really bad
You probably think that you could have done better
And that I don’t know how to write,
I don’t know if I can either.
But maybe when I’m older,
Smarter and stronger,
I’ll read this again and say:
“I know exactly what I wrote.”