This School... This Prison...

This school...

If you would like to call it that,

Brings me down

The teachers aren't that bad

Just slightly stupid

Not seeing what children are doing,

The kids,

Don't ask that...

I hate them

They pick on me...

Making life a living hell,

Even though it is like that already...

It'd like a prison,

The inmates pick on the out crowd

Then walking outside,

The light so bright

Blinding you as you step through the doors.

This... Prison...