I know the topic so. . . .I'll give a shot at it ^^
School:
the cesspool of hate
the closet of turmoil
the plane of regret
We go to school with heavy heads,
not for learning, but for dread,
yelled at pushed, to our limits,
you think, Why god? am I in this.
The bullies punch,
the populars sneer,
you eat your lunch,
wait for dusk to come near.
At the end of the day,
You finally play,
for an hour or two,
until homework looms.
Back to bed,
it gives me dread,
back to school,
it's a deadly cesspool.
I made it as I went along, but I normally do that when I write, even when doing essays, and I get A's on those ^-^
