I am but a man composed of thoughts
Unaware of what will happen the next day
I sit for a good five minutes to think tomyself
What the hell am I doing here
t is an evil place, no refuge in sight
The gates are red brick wall
I was sent from a long taxi that can fit a lot of people
I lok up to it and I just don't wana go in
The hours are eternal and the atmosphere is toxic
With so many people I somehow feel alone
Some people may call this school but I call it hell
Damn I have to go tommorow.

DON'T LAUGH AT IT