A poem is hard to write
You don't know what to write about
So you sit around thinking
And then you begin to pout
Then you think of something
But you have so much to say
And it just goes on and on
In only one way
It just keeps getting longer
And you don't know how to end it
So you just add things on
Bit by bit
You write down words
Until you run out of room
But I can't think of anything that will rhyme
So I am going to end mine.
what ever strikes at the moment is what you should write about. Don't think too hard on it it will come. This piece is a great piece of honesty though