I tie my shoes, and fix my hair
Grab my bag, out spill pens
Play with buttons on my shirt
Phone is dead, no texts from friends
Take my money, walk to lunch
See some kids, a group of three
Vandalize and sit alone
Time for art and history
Scribble and draw, art isn't good
Tear up paper, try once more
Kryptism is going home
Hungry, tired, as used as before
There are feelings, shut them out
No one cares, that's okay
Kryptism will go to bed
And hope she'll be perfect some other day
