I guess I really am the fool
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I have an F but I'm not stupid.
That online homework, I couldn't do it.
They all have laptops and phones with apps.
I have a job while my mom naps.
Impossible to learn at school.
I need money for those tools.
But you still sit behind your desk.
And continue to just hand me F's.
I sit alone; They call me names.
Yet, still no one is to blame.
All day you give that same blank stare,
And act like all those kids aren't there.
I plead for help and call you out.
You say, "Its serious, oh, that I doubt."
On my body, there are no bruises.
My soul, however, always loses.
They pick and prod and cause me pain.
Yet, still no one is to blame.
I guess I really am the fool.
I have bad grades; no friends at school.
You shake your head and say "so sad."
You assume it's me that's bad.
I fight for years; fight to breathe.
But it's hopeless; this isn't me.
Without your help or your concern
There really isn't anyone.
So I stop; drop out of school.
I guess I really am the fool.