No more of this world!
Do they truly wish my sorrow?
I told them to stop,
but go is the only thing they do.
They just don't care,
for who I am, they bully.
No more no more,
I can't present this poem.
No more no more,
I have to hide my feelings.
My family is still not happy,
they look me with their eyes;
blood red, from all the anger;
I had gotten a 70 again.
They beat me and beat with those words,
scaring me for tomorrow.
We are doing this for your future,
is it really worth it?