Bombarded — Poetry section*
So they wrote me some notes,
I tried to follow these, did my best,
They’re the best,
What can I do but well, follow some words written?
They had me write heaps to help maintain those,
But these withered out too soon.
I know they did their best,
But why do I keep being too filled with patience?
They knew how to get me to the highest raising points,
Will just have to scribble these down again,
So what were their expectations?
These were stairways already I suppose,
I just had to take a look at me,
But what did these bombard me with?
Or Face it.