Every Day

Every Day I sit

In a spine-crushing chair.

And I’m not sure how I take it,

The nicotine in the air

Do the others even care?

I’m shaking in my chair.

Every day I walk

Through the overwhelming hall

The others loudly talk

And stand around and stall

And they do not care at all

I’m stumbling through the hall

Every day I come

To the horrid place called school

They’ll make you feel so dumb

So kids pretend they’re cool

But it’s making you a ghoul

I’m struggling in school.