Repetitive
Location
I wake up in the morning
Feeling alone because it's so boring,
I sit in a class that I want to pass
But my energy is about to crash and it's fading,
Teachers are negative over the positive and began hating,
Creating a diverse environment that becomes a rehearse that feels like a curse,
There's over thirty students with dirty tables
Teachers telling us to shut up every second but don't see how much we bleed to punch them in the face to put them in their place,
Creating too many rules, treating and threatening us as animals with subliminal thoughts as criminals,
Teachers later try to be preacher
but realize by looking at our eyes that are cold as ice,
That it's too late for us that were treated like thugs,
You wonder why we're quiet?
Why not try to ask and buy it.
You might learn to respect us for once
Before all your students are gone
Like they should have and could had all along.