I sit at this table,

Staring at my paper.

Ideas streaming through my mind,

Papers crumbled everywhere,

Pencils with no led.

I look at my phone its 1:30

I rub my tired eyes

But I force myself to keep going.

Never start a sentence with the word and

 Never put a comma in the wrong place.

If you ask me that’s allot of rules,

So many “you can’t write that”

So many pit stops,

And so much things that are holding me back.

That’s what I honestly think

English isn’t perfect

It is not made to torment you

I was up all night,

I watched the sun rise that morning

Its 6:30 in the morning

I got 10 pages done in one that

I threw the crumbled papers away.