Boredom

Boredom.
That is what this is
I sit here
It gnaws at me
Threatening to take over
It continues to gnaw at me
Patiently waiting for time to strike
The teacher opens their book
It poises and gets ready to strike
The teacher begins her lecture
It strikes, consuming me
I fall silent victim to it
Boredom on the other hand
It triumphly dances and grins at me