A Teenagers Plea

I do not want to sit here
and listen to you speak.
None of it really reaches my ears;
I’m nearly falling asleep.
Within these four walls we sit.
My ankles are crossed; I’m
leaning away from all this shit.
Forcing me to be here should be a crime.
I do not want to sit here.
I think my opinions should now be clear
I do not understand a thing you are saying.
I would much rather be outside
My failure in this subject is a shame.
Whenever others asked, I lied.
Around me pencils scratch at paper
and confused fingers scratch at heads
Previous knowledge evaporates like vapour;
all thoughts enclose images of beds
I do not want to sit here.
I am hoping that the end is near.