THE STRUGGLE OF A H.S STUDENT

i feel like im in jail

four walls,

but its filled with noise and work abuse

SAVE ME!!!!

8:13-2:45, IM IN HELL

NO ESCAPE ,NO RELEASE.

i want out

they feed me once with no recess

hard food, grinding against my teeth

walking through the halls and bumping people

hugging and kissing that just digust me

females wear belly shirts and short shorts

where am i, i thought this was a place to learn not a fashion show

seconds in the class and im ready to leave

doing my work slowly so the bell can hurry up and ring

Bell rings

last class speeding through everything

Home, is calling my name but its only monday

so four more days of the same routine

 

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