Tyrant school
I'm demanding.
I drag you by your hands and feet every morning.
I make you come to me.
I make you stay with me.
I'm here to help you.
Although I'll consume most of your fun,
expecting a lot from you.
Although I can be nice too.
I provide you with books and games.
Even dances fro your dismay.
Friends to play with.
Except for those days when.
I command your work.
I limit your expressions,
Have you under survailance
watching your every move.
Have you work for countless of hours.
Leave you wary and tried,
everyother night.
Im your school ,your fiend.
There's nothing much to say but that your here to stay.
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