Hallway, Classroom, Desk.

The Struggle to pay attention are bearing down on my shoulders.

My eyes close

He calls my name,

I look bewildered because I dont know what to say.

My hard night of work is coming back to haunt me.

And the ghost of not graduating high school is taunting me.

He whispers fail, fail, fail.

You'll never reach your goals.

I say ehh school is a pain.

All this work, and what have I gained

They dont know my struggles,

All they see is a child whose troubled.

LAZY

Thats what they call it

Truth is Im out of time.

If only there were 30 hours in a day.

Maybe I would make straight A's