Silent Dispute
I wouldn't say it is a good sign,
to wake up dreading the people inside,
our chamber of learning, knowledge to find.
My heart beats fast, my brain throbs my mind.
But what can I do? The law says I must.
It is not the classes I hate, but the fuss,
over petty little idioms, and teenager's lust.
We try and act mature, but who is to judge.
The teachers, they act. Great talent they've obtained,
to ignore the pleads and cries 'cause what can they say.
Maybe it's best interest for them to sustain
an ignorance rather then notice our pain.