School
Survival used to be a game;
The Hunger Games,
but now itâs pretty lame,
because itâs real with itâs constant pains.
âCause everyone else is friends
and youâre just the nerd,
and everything just depends
on what stone hit which bird.
Confusing, isnât it?
But thatâs just school for you
Youâre going to be hit,
but never forget to be improved; new.
Survival is school,
boring to the skull.
But youâll learn the opposite of cool
and the synonym of dull.
Depression leaks in.
Someone asked what happened,
Well where do I begin?
My dreams have been flattened.
People claim theyâre your friends,
but I donât see them anymore.
They left me for trends,
and Iâm left to settle a war.
Socially, Iâm anxious,
and people starting asking questions.
âWhy are you thankless?
itâs just a suggestion!â
My heart beats in my throat,
clawing itâs way up higher and higher.
Really? Nowâs the time to gloat?
My head is on fire.
âYouâre poetry is confusing!
It makes no sense!â
Thatâs almost amusing,
you think Iâll take offense?
My brain is overworked,
so leave me be.
Why canât the years be reversed?
I know Iâm goofy and silly.
Even during the summer,
freaking out is my thing.
What happens when the ultimate bummer
comes back in the swing?
To go to school,
you need to be able to survive,
you see, by being cool
and going along with lies.
[what was this poem??]