I'm cold, why am I so cold
Frost melts from the windows
Ice shards hangs form the ceiling
Are we endanger will they fall
I stare at the instructer
Sitting in a government paid chair
Drinking coffee, enjoying the day
What are we learning?
I look down on my graffiti filled desk
Twenty sheets stapled together
What am I suppose to do?
As I left my hand over my head
Pain shrieks throughout my body
Is my hand still frozen
I lay it back down
I raise my other hand await to be called on
With a face of disgusted I am called on
I plead with despair in my eyes
To be taught and not leachered
To learn and not mummifiy
I am stared upon
whispers of agreement begin to come about
The head silence the confused pups
I am confronted and then dismissed
We are told there is no point
The ignorance that fulls our mind is not worthy of knowledge
Should I be outraged
Should I rebuttal with a witty snap
Should I even care
I appear to my mates for assistance
But no one seems to care enough to rise their heads
And they wonder why I hate school so very much
