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.