Oh how I loathe to wake up daily, before 6am

To wash and brush and feed myself

and leave my nice warm bed.

Oh how it fills me with distaste

To hear the shrieking morning bell

and go to class with haste.

Oh how I so badly want to cry

When every teacher asks us “Why?”

Oh how I nearly fall asleep

From hours of extra work each week.

Oh my mental health has never been worse

Because, of course, school comes first.

Oh how the apple on the desk rots

As a kid with a gun starts firing shots.