This is a poem I wrote in 1997(about), when I was still in school, thought I'd share.
I'm sitting in the classroom,
feeling such a bore!
I really feel like dying,
I can't take this anymore.
As you think a little harder,
and your mind blows up to 400 degrees
And I think to myself,
This is not where I want to be
Then as the day grows old
and the mind grows weak
You feel exhausted
with no need to speak.
Sitting in the classroom
just cant wit until break
'cause I really don't know
how much more of this I can take.
Sitting in the classroom,
Listening to this babble all day,
I really wish I could be out of here
Somehow, some way.
Sitting in the classroom
what a burden on my chest
I wish that I was home now
To know that I can rest
I'm sitting in the classroom
Just staring outside
Hoping that this boredom
Will finally subside
I hear the bell ring
Then I look at the children scurreling away
And i know that it is again
The end of another day
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