Somebody distract me This before school anxiety Is tearing me down And I’m falling apart. I want to throw up My chest and stomach hurt Is this how it is to grow up? Then let me lay beneath the dirt. This isn’t how it should be I shouldn’t be crying at almost 6 a.m. The education system is broken It needs to be fixed, again. I shouldn’t scared to raise my hand Get laughed at by my not-friends Wrong answers are for learning Not to make your face be burning. But it hurts Make it stop Take it away Its something I don’t want. But I have to go. If I don’t I’m a disgrace in society levels No matter how much I cry No matter how much pain I handle If I get below a seventy I belive I failed Because the people around me, They get 90s with no fail. Teachers dress their pretty red pen Shiny stickers to say ‘Good job’ Desks with ornaments Walls with posters Trying to say that it’s safe but it’s not I just want to cry, run away School is a place where dreams die. Where teachers shoot down ideas before they’re a thought. Then throw you down in a hole of broken grades and failed tests. Tell you they expected more but they give less. Stay up to 3 a.m. working on a damn paper. For the teacher to give you the same mark as a guy who says 'I’ll submit it later’ Same grade as a girl to high on weed Half the classes she’s fast asleep. You take noted you study you take the best. “66 is the best I can give you” Miss two weeks and a day Teachers hand you 23 pages and say 'it’s do by yesterday’ Then mark you less, for being late. God forbid you had the stomach flu. As far as they care you can do better. As far as I’m concerned I could do worse
-I could do worse, 5:30 a.m. poems by me
