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)
- 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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