Teachers talk in monotone,
leaving us to just groan,
I sigh as they write on the board
Teachers say they care but it seems they only remember there favorites names,

We get bullied they turn a blind eye,
They say all they care about is us,
But which us are they talking about,

They sell us nonsense of how we will all succeed,
When in reality the world doesnt have enough jobs,
Students listen their minds pretending to listen,
I miss the sweet days when i didnt have to hear the horror of school shootings,

Sometimes i wonder if the teachers care about our lives,
Or if i am just another pay check,
Dont get me wrong i love school,
But sometimes i wish the teachers would her more than the sound or us falling to sleep as they right us another F.