The Institution
I would have raised my hand and told you the answer to your question
I didnt know it
My stomach is touching my back im dying of hunger but I wont show it
Parent letter? What parent? I do this shit for me
Im not anti-social I wanted to go to homecoming
but shit isnt free
Im frowning but not because my attitude is fucked up
Im so close to giving up because all the students with a real support system lucked up
and I just have me
I could have A's and B's but my life consists of
C's for confused and D's for a damaged soul
no F's, fuck that I will continue to try
Dont compare me to Suzy Q sitting in the front row proud and attentive
She came in a Range Rover I walked 5 miles,no bus money, im late but I refuse to
go to detention
Did I mention? I work a minimun wage job and shelter comes first
You look me in the eyes and say I should try harder and you dont see all the hurt
you just get the satisfaction of telling all the other students what im lacking.
If education is the key, how the fuck do I end up paying schools?
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