We be smarted than the rest. Them freshman can't even pass the test. Nothing but vermin, such pests. Acting like baby birds to afraid to leave their mama's nest.
They like to flush innocent frogs and they be runnin' round here like they the big dogs. When it's time to step up they get lost in the fog. Y'all need some help, we be gettin' ready to send you to the synagogue.
Banging your heads against the wall, we can hear your tantrums from across the hall. As we climb up you make us fall. Y'all need to start following protocol.
This school isn't a game. So stop acting so lame. Y'all trying to gain fame, but really y'all acting as dumb as a great dane.
Is it that demanding to be nice? Scratching at your heads like y'all got lice. Runnin' round like mice. Here's a piece of advice.
It's time to initiate the action of acting your age. So, turn the page and start a new chapter. Start holding in all your unnecessary laughter.
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When The Tears Wave Goodbye
PoetryAn adventure of a teenager's struggles with depression, suicidal thoughts, love, heartache and so much more through poetry
