I sit in class and wonder why,

Why it is I should try.

All they do is put me down,

Making me feel that I'm just some clown.

They think they can push us through

To another person, someone new.

They do not try to guide our path,

Instead they simmer and send us their wrath.

I do not know what made your temper ill,

Yet to me, they direct it still.

So why is it that when we express

What it is that gives us our stress,

All they do is glare and say,

"That's the world, listen and obey."