Bad essays like to confuse me. 

They argue one thing yet mean something else. 

Usually, only I understand the point, 

But, to others, it’s challenging to find a compromise. 

The structure of words on a page becomes a labyrinth, impossible to navigate. 

Peer editing makes me sweat, 

Flaws get highlighted in arguments,

Making the essay before me an eyesore. 

Sitting at the dining table with a voice nagging at me- 

Yelling at me, making me feel like a bother. 

Walking away and taking a breath can help.

So can extending the deadline-

I put more heart and meaning behind my phrases, 

And the fog begins to lift. 

An essay is a two-way street, 

Both the reader and writer must understand the concept. 

Thought and effort make relationships connect 

Once that understanding becomes clear

A multidimensional draft will appear, 

Ready to be read.