My Poem

Waiting
Standing here waiting time is going by. 
but i keep asking myself why.
im siting here waiting as time goes by.
Feeling  sort of shy.
im still looking at the door.
sitting here ive wasted a whole day.
Still sitting here staring at the floor. 
Im so bored what do i do pray.
Why im still waiting i dont know. 
Outside it begins to rain.
I look outside looking at the water flow.
sitting here is starting to affect my brain.
You know what im tired of waiting.