I hear every high school singing

And the bells ringing

The halls fill with angst

Most that teachers hear out of me is “thanks”

But It’s just nothing, just nothing

But out of this whole school, it is only me, only me who is not bluffing

I could mention the people always whispering

Or the people always whimpering

All for homework or grades

Or the teachers who stare with eyes like blades

Should I bother mentioning the torn down restrooms? Filled with despair?

On the other hand, why should I even care?

With the torn faces and the bleeding soles.

With the girls that are simply taking strolls.

Or what about the teachers that stare you down

When all you do is look around

What about the tears and the hate?

That follow dear people I know from home to here, to leave them in this state

Or most of all lets talk about the society.

That caused such anxiety.