I hate it, i despise it...
The other kids on the classroom,
all on podiums looking down at me.
Like a beggar in the street,
Carrying what I hate around me.
Pushed around all day, only if
something could make it all go
away. Laughter and shouting directed
at me. Makes my day a million times
worse than it could already be.
I come into school with glares
watching over me, like I'm the laughing-
stock that can't escape the torture,
pain, guilt and eventually I'm free.
I'll someday leave this world behind...
I go to the head-master's office and
open my jaw, he already knows what I'm
going to say. I hand in my resignation
and walk away...
