The Cold Truth
Every day I walk into room 105,
And I feel like taking a dive.
Jump … right into hell,
Should I waste my time and dwell.
For this teacher has nothing to teach,
Except maybe put on a good speech
He has only wasted my time,
I don’t feel like I’ve made a climb.
Such a pathetic and boring year,
He looks like he’s filled with fear.
50 minutes of my day have been wasted,
Where I feel like I’ve been asphyxiated.
I don’t know how much more I can take,
And yet I feel like he’s such a fake.
Who is just trying to blend in,
Though he’s never going to fit in.
Why waste our time trying,
When you should be in a corner crying.
I hope you know you’ve been unsuccessful,
For you have made everything more stressful.
You try so hard to seem cool,
But you only make yourself seem like a fool.
You should really take off that mask,
And really accomplish your task.
Should you really be teaching?
When nobodies listening.
To what you have to say,
I know they all don’t want to stay.
You very well know that they all have eyes,
And that they can see right past your lies.
So how is it that you’re still standing?
When, you should really be falling.
Hope you don’t ask for forgiveness,
For it would be pointless.
Don’t waste your time and pretend to care,
For every minute I feel like I’m losing air.
Every second standing, sitting, breathing in this room,
I feel like I’m losing my freedom.
Not sure what I’m supposed to gain,
All you’re doing is bringing us down like a chain.
So just tell me whose winning,
Because I feel like I’m losing.
Gaining nothing from your lessons,
It seems like you need to make some confessions.
Obviously you’re the one I blame,
For you see our education as a game.
Well … that’s all that I have to say …
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