School, School, School, School, School.

I dread coming here most days to the point I’m almost tearful.

Sometimes the kids are a handful,

While the teachers are a mouthful.

It pains me to wake up at 6:00 am,

What fool made that rule.

This schedule is devastating and I feel like,

I’m swimming in a continuous swimming pool.

That just keeps going,

and going,

and going.

But, if I was to voice this concern, voice this hurt,

I would only get an earful and ridiculed

for not being cheerful, about this thing we call high school.

Now don’t get me wrong – I’m grateful –  but there’s time where I want to be homeschooled

and I hate that I feel this way but sometimes…

School, School, School.

Is the one thing I dread going to.