A poem from emo jen

I feel very melancholic today. And i made this especially for my dearly beloved class. Not really. i made the last part for my class but the rest was something i had a looong time ago. Oooo emooo. and please, i do not need any pithy comments about it.

The world is spinning,
it is everchanging,
i wished it would stop,
i wished everything stayed the same.

I yearn for the past,
for every joy, every sadness,
i yearn for the past,
for every damn school hours.
i cling to the past
uncaringly even while
the present turned to the future
and the future the present
Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful
words by the ticking seconds of the clock
As seconds turn to minutes
and minutes to hours, days, weeks, months, years

Then i am here,
wondering what the hell happened,
in this empty classroom,
with the ghost of what once was.

And what will never be.