Scream

[breakawayheart]

I think I speak for all the teens like me out there when I post this. Now if only they could see it.

Bells blaring out our release and our capturing,
In rooms either too cold or too hot,
Because it can never be in the middle,
Some teachers drone on and on,
So we fall asleep and drool and snore,
Only to have our desk smacked with a ruler,
With a resounding 'thwack' that filters through the room,
A detention slip is given and we want to speak up,
And tell them to quit and leave and be gone,
They suck and can't teach worth crap,
That they're boring as all hell,
But we can't do that for it'd get us expelled,
So we bottle it up inside whilst the bell rings again,
And on we go through the day looking like drones,
With only those select few standing out,
And looking like little perfects,
When you know they strive only for the attention,
And approval of students and teachers alike,
They're the ones who you want to bash and kick,
For being so perfect because you aren't,
But again you can't because you'd get expelled,
So it to is bottled up inside of you,
This goes on and on and on and on,
And finally you can't take it,
So you stop in the middle of something and scream,
Scream so loud that your lungs ache,
Scream so loud that everyone around you can hear,
Scream so loud that your brain rattles,
Scream so loud that all your pain can just explode,
Scream so loud that it makes your throat raw,
And then you stop so that silence falls,
Then dam breaks so that tears can well up,
Only to fall in rivers down your face,
And it makes everything so much better.