• When i look upon the paper,
    im looking for personality,
    for your hope,
    im looking for you.

    I examine that paper,
    and im expecting the words to flow deep,
    im looking for the gentle poetry that is promised,
    inspired by the life events that have taken tole on your heart,
    what i find is an illiterate mess,
    a mass of jumbled words, and poor grammar choices.

    but what i see is a lost child,
    desperately trying to reach out,
    the chaos on paper,
    the last few sentences in your last assignment,
    you where trying to get approval,
    my approval.

    though it is sad,
    and its more then unpleasing,
    i do understand.

    that jumbled mess of words in your journal,
    the one that is painful to read,
    i will read every sentience of it,
    from poorly made haiku,
    to the heart wrenching insert you found on Google.