Parents tell us we have a great life.

But I want to tell them I hate this strife.

My day is filled wih papers and books

While my brain sways like the currents in brooks

I doodle on my notebook

As we learn about Yankee Doodle from our textbook.

I sleep with my eyes open

In order to keep myself from trouble again.

I sincerely need help

Before I loudly yelp