I suffer at home

Do you like the show?

I suffer at school

Do you like to be cruel?

 

I struggle to cry

There’s no reason why

The tears don’t come out

It’s like there’s a drought

 

It may be syndrome

of broke eyes at home

I work like a fool

at this place called high school

 

Must I just try?

But why, that’s a lie

It’s like there’s no doubt

That I’m just the clout

 

A chess piece to loan

Out to broken players I go

I am no jewel

Rather, just a working mule

 

To spit on while others cry

To play with while others die

That’s what I’m all about

That’s why my tears have a drought