Stop Looking At My Paper

Writing poems in a classroom is

Quite a tiresome thing to do

Because everyone wants to know 

What your thoughts are

They want to ride on your train of thought

But the truly unfortunate thing is

That sometimes your train is going down tunnels

Where you just want to hold your breath

And make a wish

But that passenger keeps forcing you to

Let go of your puffered cheeks 

Because they don't understand

You're in the zone right now

And it's quite off limits for those eyes to peek

Over and yes I see you do it

Even if it's meant to be secretly admiring

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