Mar 2014
I hate this school.
Thinking I care for her would make you a fool.
The harassment, bullying, and plain torture isn't cool.
I hate this school.
I wish I could move.
The girls, the boys, to them I will prove.
I hate this school.
No one likes me.
Oh, what I would give to be free.
I hate this school.
As I wait, board, and ready for the bell,
I hope to God they all burn in Hell.
Thinking I care for her would make you a fool.
The harassment, bullying, and plain torture isn't cool.
I hate this school.
I wish I could move.
The girls, the boys, to them I will prove.
I hate this school.
No one likes me.
Oh, what I would give to be free.
I hate this school.
As I wait, board, and ready for the bell,
I hope to God they all burn in Hell.
I wrote this poem in seventh grade, I was being bullied pretty harshly, but I'm glad to say that I'm still here and that I overcame that part of my life.
