School

LP2187

I know school is the place

Where I get to see you

But it’s also my personal hell

Where I’m doomed to die

 

Stuck here, trapped here

For eight hours a day

Five days a week

Weekends feel like heaven

 

I need a break from this torture

The hours, minutes and seconds drag on

As the holidays fly by like an arrow

When I wish they could stay forever

 

It’s the worst thing ever

An endless fiery torment

I need to escape this place

It’s like a horror game

 

In fact, I’d rather be in

A horror game, that might be fun

Exhilarating and different

Instead of being confined here

 

I’d rather do so many things

Than go to somewhere boring

I’d rather cry a million tears

And face my biggest fears

 

And so, the only way to escape

This set in, melted in, frozen in reality

Is to daydream while the seconds tick by

Just to go to somewhere better

 

Daydreaming is better than school

So much more fun and controlled

I can shoot zombies or kill my enemies

Or just chillax under the stars

 

So, please, don’t make me go to school

I don’t feel smart, strong or cool

Let me be by myself

In some alternate universe

  • Author: LP2187 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2024 01:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: I made this poem to my best friend and also we both have dark humour cuz they’d say “yo I see gays in a line, what a long lgbt queue!” And I would say “hey I can’t talk did I mute my mic by accident?” because I have selective mutism and also “bro my anxiety vented and is chasing me. He’s the imposter vote him out!”. We’re kinda dumb… especially together.
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