POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

We’re Can I Fit In ?

Home.

Home is were your ment to feel safe

Home is were your not ment to feel judged

Some people’s home is with friends

And others is with there family

I don’t have a home

I’m always pushed away

I’m always the one nobody want’s to stay

I have no were to go with thoughts going round

No one to tell so I just stress out

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