I've got something on my mind

A terrible horrible, thought of sorrow

I'd appreciate, if you were kind

And helped me drive it out of tomorrow

I could sing forever, wouldn't do a thing

You can write me a ballad, or compose a song

You could make me almighty king

But there is nothing to cheer me along

I've had a thousand words to say

Yet never have I spoken one

Contained and plugged up, come what may

My hopes have been reduced to none

But I know tomorrow will be the same

I'll stay in a room of darkness so vast

I know I'm the one to blame

But I can only hope this ceases to last

However, my dear, I'd like to speak

I've got some concerns that I've needed addressed

I know that you see me as somewhat meek

My dear scholar, don't be impressed

I could journey to another land

Or maybe I'd prove everyone wrong

By staying first-rate on top of the band

But there is nothing to cheer me along

I come before you today, you see

Because my restraint is too much to bear

I yearn to have power, I yearn to be free!

So darling, do you even care?

'Of course,' he answers, 'I wish you fortune and fame

I love you with all of my heart, you know

But you know how I am, I don't play that game

So I'll have naught to show'

'But dear,' I say, with a lengthy pause,

'I've worked like a dog, all for you.'

Replied he, cockily, 'only because

Patience is your true virtue'

'You're taking advantage of that you love!'

'My dear,' he replied in an arrogant tone

'I know that you're nothing but highly above

Those who stupidly thought they shone.'

'But!' I cried, my tolerance didn't matter

'What reasons do they have to play out?'

'My dear,' he said, 'you are the latter'

'The younger, the green, the odd one out.'

'Is that any reason,' I shouted, in tears

'To single one out for their underage being

For something is not always as it appears

I'm not exactly quite sure what you're seeing'

'Play for me,' he says as smugly

As he had ever spoken before

'And I bet ten pounds your music is ugly

And then, my darling, you're out the door!'

Taking deep gasps, I begun my ordeal

A Beethoven piece I knew by heart

A smile my scholar tried to conceal

As I realized that this was only the start

'Young lady,' he said, with an amusing smile

I looked at him, puzzled, who noticed my stare

'If you want, you can stay for awhile

Because, my friend, you have the chair!'

Ecstatic I was! My angst was freed

I knew now my motions had never been wrong

This is of course, just what I need

It's what I desired to cheer me along.

Lizzie