Child Of Boredom Poem by Rosetta -

Leave me be for a second, I need some space; air.
If you leave me be for a moment, I might rot.
This child isn't fully grown, so nobody leave her alone:
If she gets bored she'll cry. If she cries, she might rot.

Her mother says she'll waste away.
What does that mean? She ponders.
It means that she's alive another day;
She sobs at the thought. What a life.

It's not her school.
It's not her ugly friends who don't care.
It's not the cruel world, who pushes on her.
It's not the people who she loved that buried her;
It's not her home.
It's not her life:
It's herself. Because she's bored.

Alas, she's alive.