Dear High school,

 

I have a couple of questions for you, I hope they don’t seem rash.

I’ll try to get them over with. Don't worry I’ll be done in a flash.

You won’t have to hide your ugly truth, for I can see right through it.

I know your plan. Your evil plan.

I refuse. No I won’t submit.

 

Why do you feel the need to bombard me with countless hours of work?

Does it make you feel superior?

Is it fun for you to watch me suffer?

Do you view me as inferior?

Is this all a just game to you?

Does it make you feel honorary?

Is the campus your chess board, and I your lousy pawn?

Do you view me as secondary?

 

I know you’ll never admit the truth.

But I’ll forever be a sleuth.

And mark my words.

Oh mark my words.

I will find out the truth.

 

I look forward to receiving your response,

One of your hapless victims.