• I am bored of this same, daily routine. waking up, school, home, you know what I mean.
    It's stressful, you know, to go on in shame. Waking up to a new day, yet it feels just the same.
    I'm bored of this life, and the people I know. I need a new setting, a new face to show.
    Bored of what I do, how I act, what I say. I feel like I'm living the exact same day.
    Every meal I eat, I've had it before. Every game I've played was fun, it's now just a bore.
    I can't concentrate, from a lack of sleep. I've fallen behind in school, in a well so very deep.
    The homework piles up, and I lay down. I wear a fake smile, to cover my frown.
    I'm bored of making lies, to cover up my sadness. My life as of now, is on the brink of madness.
    My friends are oblivious, to what lies inside. Beneath my life, are the secrets I hide.
    I'm bored of regretting them, I wish them away. But it is futile, for there they will stay.
    I'm bored of poetry, of expressing myself. I wish to stow my life away, upon the highest shelf.
    For the reader of this poem, You may know how I feel. I feel artificial, as though this life is not real.
    I feel exposed, naked, skinless to the bone. I feel at a loss of friendship, I feel so alone.
    Few bother, to ask me what's wrong. And yet when they do, I just turn up a song.
    I'm not sure, if I alone feel this way. If anyone else is bored, you understand what I say.
    I'm bored of what I have, bored of my life. Bored of almost everything, except my future wife.