This is basically what I feel every morning, Monday through Friday before I go to school.
Why do I have to go to this horrible prison that they call school I'm teased I'm taunted my life is miserable at school they all hate me I don't know why maybe it's because I do well in school
I like it. I like how you told about the struggles and difficulties of school. I also like how you put in what the mom, dad, and the girls gave motivation to the person telling this poem. I really like it, and I think you should write more poems like this.
In perspective... ten years from that now seems so far away doesn't it? Don't worry though, whether you see it now or not, time flies fast and before you know, you will be out of there wanting to go back. Life just goes like that... The grass is not always greener on the other side.
sounds like middle school for me...it was horrid but beautiful in it's bleakness...a ripe picking orchard of inspirational horror...it makes us...who we are
I could feel your pain how you hate school! BUT be yourself and keep doing well your parents are right! I know it's hard BUT in time it will get better!
This is really good, school IS a prison; thank god I'm in college now! This is very good, shows the bloody horrors of the darn place XD I like it, keep up the good work!~
I associated school with prison too when I was there. And it had been the hard times of my life, really. And you showed the things we have to deal with at school.
You just made me remember them all ... nice write.
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