ANOTHER MESS
I'm so confuse
alone and a mess,
I'm sitting in this fucking desk
staring at my messy grades,
there worst then a wreck
where can i reset?
These teachers don't help,
they don't know our pain,
they don't understand,
even thought they say the opposite,
its just another lie in their head,
they think they know everything,
but
"HEY, WAKE UP! were not in the same century."
if i could just say
how useless and lame
it is for me to come to school everyday,
that i have a life outside these walls,
that i have a dream i want to live
that's not related to this,
so education can go fuck itself in the rear,
that there is more to life then sitting here
and listen to you bark at my ear.
if i could just say
all that it needs to be said,
without any expulsion to expect,
it would have been said quicker then a heart beat.
But life is not easy,
its ugly and unfair.
There are things we need to swallow,
be strong and learn to hold them within.
if we can survive high school,
there's nothing we can't beat.
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