English class

During english class we learn, 
that poetry comes from inside,
but as we are told to write,
i feel like no words can come.

What shoud I choose to talk about,
a chair, some flowers, a doll,
maybe I am thinking to much,
and should write about something small.

Sometimes I think I can write well,
sometimes I think that I suck,
and as I hear and see people read,
I wish to find a topic and finally get some luck.