Question

Can someone help me write a poem about school?

Answer 1

See explanation for answer.

Step-by-step explanation:

All of us, so different

In one place for the same reason

Told that we will never ever be enough

Stress and sounds of faint tears filling up the halls

Anxiety, mild depression

School kills me and that's my confession

It's not that I don't want to learn, cause I do

It's just that school is like a nail in your shoe

It's hard to live your life when you're always thinking bought school

Hoping this you don't make yourself look like a fool

Lies and gossip, rumors spread

If I die early, the school's why I'm dead

( Yes, this is my original work. I hope this helps! Have a lovely day! )

Answer 2

We are seen as people who can be taugh,

Learning things about what we once will face,

I never took it seriously, but at the thought,

I wrinkle my nose, cause I know I must stop,

The thought they take over, my mouth it won't stop,

I need a better filter, and some coffee now brought,

Sip on the bitterness, Add more to yourself,

It feels like we're all loney and live under a rock,

I go to my next class, but now am currently stopped,

I hold my breath until the words are to be said,

You are expelled the women had read,

The way you treat others is something we frown upon,

Nothing can be changed about this decision,

I think it would be better if you could be taught somewhere else,

Because you make this place for others a living hell,

The news was something that I wasn't prowd of,

and now I'm locked in a corner and crowded

but it was to late, everyone had known,

and this is when my real thoughts had been shown,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I did it for attention,

I know all the days that have been wasted and ruiend

My actions aren't harmless and to everyone they effect,

Please let me stay I'll keep myself in check.

He thought this would work but the dicision was final,

No excuse was to fix the childen and their feelings,

and the whispers of karma are now yelling,

He feels like he's falling and regrets all his tellings,

but he won't say anything, he heads back to class.

Covers his face, and begins walk a little fast,

the jelousy is deserved he thought to himself,

but after all who s to blame, no-one but myself.

(this is only for the student that asked for help. The poems I write, are taken seriously don't sopy right)