School once a place to learn

turned into a place for our souls to burn

our teachers are crabby

and the boys are too grabby

you can't walk down the hallway without being judged

and every bathroom has a girl on the floor crying, eyeliner smudged

the books we have to read are thick as a vault door

making the weight on our backs threaten to drag us to the floor

our math problems have words and not a single number

and the numbers on our alarm clocks wake us from our slumber

history is quiet unentertaining

and all those dates we have to remember can be draining

science can be fun with the experiments

but people disregard animals lives during disections with such arrogance

fallowing dress code in the south can be torture

because most days are scorchers

cafeteria food can be disgusting

and for us vegetarians there is nothing

we wake up and dread the day

knowing that home is a whole eight hours away

but home brings little releaf when we are swamped with homework

we know that we will get no sleep until that is done and over

our weekends are filled with school work

not that it is a big deal because all of our fake friends are jerks

so in short high school is not everything we once dreamed

our teachers pile us with work all at once as if it were a scheme

our friends are fake

and the boys make our hearts ache

but that is the fate of man kind

we go to school to expand the mind

then work just to see our money go bye-bye

and then, well, we die.