DEAR, Schools- hell with you.


Teachers to scold
And people to bully
I don't understand this theory
It's not that I can't
keep my things to me
I bet no one knows the real me
Every free lecture
that goes journaling
I have books filled up
Telling about me misery
Over stressed
Greatly messed and
Badly depressed
But who cares it's the new trend
Squeezed my brain
Trying to run in a race
where I have completely lost my pace
Just for the sake of fake praise
Studying up till late nights
But still being present a day in and a day out
One hundred percent physically
But hardly a perfect mentally

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