The bell rang and it’s time to start the day
All I say is how long until the end of May
Does the staff around here not understand
That we don’t want to do what they have planned
It’s eight in the morning and our brains are dead
All we can think about is going back to bed
Besides there is much more we have to worry about
Why don’t the fun sucking, work loading geniuses drive our route?
First things first, social class runs it all
You’re judged every second on everything throughout the hall
This includes money, looks, names, interests, and more
But what they don’t take into account is what you have in store
These social classes are known as cliques
And they range from preps to nerd to hicks
From day one you are placed in a group
And it’s hard to get out of your social loop
This creates self-consciousness and fear
So why isn’t the admiration trying to stop it here?
Is it okay
For us to say
Are lazy, greedy, in it all for the money?
Do they think it is funny?
Why should they even care?
For we all know the saying, “Life isn’t always fair.”
But this environment being created is not healthy
Unless you are part of the people who are wealthy
I mean no one cares about a person’s story, their life
Which is why so may turn to the knife
Inch by inch they cut away
Thinking about whether in this world they should stay
Pain becomes their only thought
Even if what they have to offer this world adds up to a lot
Teachers can’t you see
That there is a reason why the others don’t talk to me?
I’m too skinny, ugly, a nerd, weird
For those kids are what I have feared
Why don’t you ever ask me why I keep to myself?
Are you not concerned about my mental health?
I can’t find a way to tell you
Bu if only you knew
How much I hate it in this place I call the Devil’s home
Where the fires burn my only hopes the more I roam
I might tell you everything is fine
But that’s because I have so much on the line
You don’t know what it is like to be in my position
Where we hardly have any money to put food on the table and a roof over our heads, let alone tuition
And having parents who act like they’re still young and wild
Even though they have more than one child
You and I both notice I can’t keep up with my schooling
So who are we fooling?
This is just not the time and place for me
But one day it will be
Now you seem to notice and care
When you see that my desk is bare
And realize how long I haven’t been there
If you had just taken the time to look at the signs
Maybe I would be the one reciting these lines
One of God’s angles
-Bullied, homeless, poor, confused, and alone was I
Was all this worth me thinking that my only happiness could be when I die?
The signs were there
What was tested was how much you truly did care…