When I took to writing like no other,
In poetry I found solace,
Somehow my emotions looked flawless,
On scribbled paper notes,
I used the pencil as my throat,
Everything felt right,
When pencil touched paper and my imagination took flight,
Until, I had to write exams,
All my thoughts I had to cram,
On a single sheet,
My fingers met their defeat,
My rabid thoughts and writing speed, didn't match,
And my teachers just gave my answers a scratch,
"Illegible, hard to read,"
"Deserves to be scrunched up and shred,"
I still have the most terrible handwriting,
Thank heavens for laptops which ensures no one is left crying,
No one is subject to my scribbles anymore,
Truth be told, it's worse than before.
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