Tick tock
pens are swaying
Over the papers
Heads down
the rooms consumed with no sound
But my pen is sleeping
And my head is dreaming  
I'm on a boat sailing
Its not my fault if I might be failing
These questions are deceving
And so what if I make money off cleaning
Then I'm stopped by the thought
Of how clear the ceiling is
Unlike How my life is crowded with mess
And How much of the teachers fault was this
counting the excuses and people to diss
My teacher
My parents
My sister
My brother
My friends
My cat
And finally
My pen
See "I" had nothing to do with it