Torture
By: Me, la increíble!
Oh Why! Oh Why, do I do this,
Go through this torture we call school.
When I hear bells, I feel the bliss.
When I come here, I follow rules:|
When I go home, my brain is full,
And I do this most everyday.
When I wake up, the knowledge pulls.
I hope it ends that's what I pray.
It's just not fair, I have no time.
I sit and sit, I have no life
To me this is just like a crime.
I'm here so long school could be a wife.
Yet I am young and don't know why,
Why school can bring me up so high!
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How you feel when you have a bad day or completely flunk a very important Grammar Test like me! Hurray! This is how it goes:
Doom, Depression, Death, and Grammar Test! Thanks for reading! Please Vote if you ever feel like this!
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Poetry: Random Things
PoetryMy poetry about Random Things that popped into my head or I was forced to write about by my teachers! Hope you like it!
