Here I am in class dreaming about the day
I can fulfill my dreams and finally runaway.
I dig my own holes and bury my futures,
instead of fixing it...
I dig the hole deeper.
Is it fear?
Am I that scared?
Yes, 'cause mommy's not here.
No one to hold my hand.
Nothing for encouragement.
All I get in life is all my grief and discouragment.
I want to runaway,
I want to cry out.
I'll scream 'till my tears dry out.
Call me rebellious,
Say it's a fad.
I know it's the worst I've ever had.
Being in here is killing me slowly...
To most of us, we feel the same way...
With all the stress we carry it's...
School genocide everyday.














Comments
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They'd be dumb is stupid.
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