Poem I found while going through old college papers

Somthing About Nothing
by victoria small

Spent the day in classes,
Never heard a teacher.
Somethings always going on up there,
A whole lot of something about nothing.
Losing focus brings mediocracy.

Spent the next hour eating,
Tought and dreamed,
About nothing.
Friends laugh,
Losing charisma makes one boring.

Spent the night wandering
From friend to friend
From 7-11 to ally ways
Spent the whole time singing something
But to you its nothing
Lack of personality makes you dead.

Spent the morning sleeping
So many stories in that girls head
She dreams about everything
But to you its nothing
Thoughts don't matter
Isn't that what you said?



This by far isn't one of my best poems, but I don't really remember writing it and it kind of just struck me I remember being obsessed with mediocracy and charisma ....
neat.