Seven Cruel Hours Of Our LivesA Poem by FaustI know, before you even say anything, that most schools are in session for 8 hours. But then it wouldn't spell out SCHOOL. So I decided to take out an hour for lunch. Now it is 7 hours :P
I don't get it.
I don't understand. If I somehow pass this class, I'll be damned. English is too complicated. Math is always something I've hated. I don't know when I will ever need science. I don't care about knowing how to analyze appliance. Reading seemes like a thing only to do for fun. And in P.E, though you are moving, there is nowhere to run. I am so done with this hell we call school. Here with these teens who will never think me as cool. I'd rather spend my days hiding in my room. For all I care, my bed could be my tomb. In this rhyme I've decided to write, I decided I must reconsider my choices for a future so bright.
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Added on March 30, 2019Last Updated on March 30, 2019 AuthorFaustSun Prairie, WIAboutI'm back! I don't think anyone noticed that I closed my account for a short time though lol. Basically my sister was messing with my computer and it screwed up my account more..Writing
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