Unrealz....

Paper on my desk,
pen in my hand,
i need to write a poem,
by the teacher's demand.

I don't know what to write,
my mind is empty,
i need some ideas,
need something to tempt me.

I'm getting so fustracted,
as nothing comes to my head,
i don't like my thoughts written,
i rather have them said.

Stupid words put to rhyme,
this assignment is wasting my time.

I want to quit now,
i don't even want to try,
but as i looked at my paper,
something catches my eye.

I have finished my poem by writing how i feel,
this assignment wasn't bad after all,
It got finished,
so unrealz....

This was one of my first assigned poem. We had to write about how we felt at that moment. I felt fustracted.