Place of Zombies

I am the kid you said draws too much;
The daydreamer in your class.
Tell my parents I don't pay attention
But then again, it's easier to call me out, right?
Since I'm nicer I...
I won't fight back the words.
I'll pretend to shrug off any insult you throw at my family...or me.
I finish my work early and after a while I get bored.
I can't rest, or draw, or whisper, yawn, itch--
Without hearing your ringing voice!
It scrapes my eardrum and breaks my good thoughts!
Your mouth a machine gun full of spit and words!
Take my phone no reason-
Yell like I've commited treason
While the loud m**ers next to me are to free from prison!?
The sixth month comes around; summer gets ready to move.
Caps and gowns lay not on souls with high hopes and bright dreams--
But more than half sitting in a blank space with your silence 
Locked back in purgtory, away from my dreams