Your eyes flicker open That ******* alarm You cover your face With the inside of your arm 5 more minutes Is all that you need But it's time to get up and it's time to succeed You're scared You're lost You're stressed And you're dizzy It's time to get up It's time to get busy 5 more hours Is all that you need But it's time to get up It's time to succeed
It's a crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy sixth day of school
They used to be metaphors but now I'm just a cranky teenager. It's going to be hard to write a different poem every day because every day's the same story. But it's also going to be hard to pass Honors English but we're gonna do this and by we I mean me because I'm kinda alone in this.