Sitting there, my dread began to descend,
I knew, in that moment, that this was the end.
The end of all things, the end of my world,
My sentence proclaimed, my doom was heard.
My head on my knees, my cries soon resound,
Yet my pleas went unheard, not one made a sound.
Surely judgement would be better than this,
The punishment is too hard, something must be amiss.
But no, I heard it right,
My sentence is real, there will be no more light.
I will lift my head high, they will not see me stumble,
I will be strong right now, I will not fumble.
I will accept this fate with a head held high,
I will wear a fake smile as I do in a lie.
So I get up with a hand stretched out,
And accept my homework without even a shout.