I

Cold and dark like a prison cell.

Where one is subjected to the Teacher's cruel, ill, will.

A place where my principal is the warden,

And the teachers are the jail guards.

II

Go, Lady Rockets, Go!

Go, Team Rocket! Give 'em a show!

Our school is the best!

Always better than all the rest!

III

I sit and lament,

While everyone is fine and content.

I hate school so much.

Sometimes, I try so hard to remember…

Why I come around here.

I know not for the teachers.

Definitely not for lessons or friends.

For what kind of a whiner would havefriends?

And what can I learn here?

IV

I love school!

I enjoy my teachers!

I love to learn new things!

Where else can I meet new and old friends?

I cannot wait to make new and share old memories,

With friends and family.

Hopefully, one day with grandchildren.

V

The teachers and bullies harass me ,

With their "come here" s and tardy slips,

Then, I come home.

I cover my head to avoid my mom's naggings about my numerous bad grades,

And my "so-called" future.

While everyone is worried about college.

I just take my life on,

One step at time.