In a classroom

My mind goes blank

All the voices around me

Beating at my brain

Telling me to write

As that supposedly is who I am

I have been classified

In a glass case

As a writer

See when people hear that word

Most of my friends

Think of me

Sometimes I wish

I could be more than that

More than the cage they trapped me in

More than they pressure

Pounding in my head

Telling me to write

In a classroom full of words

That are unknown to my mind

I am told to write

I am told to write a chapter of my life

That changed me

Well, unfortunately

Nothing has changed me

That is interesting enough

For me to ink on a page

A page that had so much more potential

But instead

It received a bad story

About my boring life as a human

Always as a child

I've reminisced these fairytale books

Where I am able lose my head in

I become a character in a world

Better than our own

Stereotypical planet

My worries become theirs

Their thoughts become mine

And I am now free to be

Something more

Something more than a pressured writer

Because sometimes

All I want to do

Is escape this dream

I've wanted

This dream has turned rouge

I am now

Living

A nightmare